In the car on the way home from Target, where we had dilly-dallied way too long waiting to see a train pass on the tracks behind the store, Henry was fussing and carrying on.
Eleanor: No, NO! Henry! Its my turn to try!! [She means cry but it comes out with a "t". This is said in a voice that escalates in both pitch and volume].
Shrieks and wails from both children. They feed off of each other and the racket reaches a frenzy. A few minutes pass. She calms down, he is still screaming.
Eleanor: Henry is so tie-RED. [Tired, accent on the "red" -- in a perfectly calm voice.]
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