Dora turned 2 in December, and I think yesterday she made up her very first language joke.
We were taking Sean back to his pickup after he drove his sprayer to the barn, and he and Dora were talking about the cows we were passing. She goes with him to check the cows a time or two a week, usually, so they have their own vernacular for this type of thing. They were talking about the mama cows and the baby cows, and then Dora said something about the daddy cows, and Sean told her "There's no daddy cows out there, you're making that up!" She said "No, daddy, I making that DOWN."
I couldn't be prouder.