Toddlerisms

Because of the different ages of my kids, there is usually a tug of war with the tv remote.  The oldest likes The Suite Life of Zach and Cody (much to my chagrin), the youngest likes Caillou.  So on the off chance we're home in the morning and the Baby asks to watch tv, it's usually a mad scramble for me to change the channel.  Because the last thing I need is for another kid to get sucked into the Disney Channel.  I don't mind the programming as much as all those darned commercials which almost always lead to an extreme case of the "I wants".

But of course, the tv remote is always missing.  And I ask the younger two if they happen to know where it is.  

"Isabella, where is the button?"

"The bunnnt?"

"Yes, the button for the tv.  That way you can watch Noggin."  

"There's the bunnt!" (Pointing to the dvd player.)

"Oh, so you call it a bunnt?  Okay... where's the bunnnt."

"No, Mommy, not a BUNNNT.  A BUNNNNT."

"Not a bunnnt?  You mean a BUTTON?"

"Yes, a BUNNNT."

I should probably teach her the correct way to say "button".  But I think I much prefer the toddler pronunciation.