S & I just reminiscing about Z, and a trip at age two in Colorado. She was talking, and was able to put together simple sentences. We were all driving back from Monarch Pass when suddenly she blurted out a long elaborate string of syllables. She kept repeating it for about an hour. Couldn't make out exactly what it was, and it sounded almost like she was channelling Homer. We kept making wild guesses at what this cryptic poem meant. Finally, I asked, "Are you saying 'Up is the sky / Down is the earth / Here are my friends / Happy lunch'?"
"La."
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