Andy’s go to word these days is “apple”. It’s the word he uses whenever he’s not sure what the word is, but knows that he should say something. This leads to frequent conversations like this at our dining room table:
“Who am I?” I say, pointing to myself.
“Who is that?” I say, pointing to Laura.
And who are you? I ask, tapping Andy on the chest.
“…dada?” Andy asks very quietly, clearly unsure that this is who he is.
“No, I’m Dada, who are you?” I ask, again tapping Andy on the chest.