Two of the clearer phrases that Karys is uttering lately are “turn on” and “turn off”. She gets big kicks out of flipping a light switch.

When I returned home after taking Eliana to school (I see the dentist in a bit), Karys had finished breakfast and wanted down from her booster seat.

“Turn on!”, she demanded while pulling me by the finger into our living room.

“What do you want me to turn on?”

We stopped. She raised her arm and my finger towards the television set.

“Turn on!”, she demanded again.

“Oh. You want me to turn on the TV?”

“Turn on! Watch Doo-bops (Doodlebops)!”

Uh-huh. Now I know what she and Nancy-Coe have been doing in the mornings.