Today Dyami gave Lucy a strip of pink bubble wrap to play with. She spent a few minutes walking over it, then took a bathroom break. When she came back, she said, "I keep stepping on my poo."
Startled, I looked up. Nothing about this sentence was good. "Keep" was perhaps the worst part.
Then she continued. "I keep," she repeated. "Stepping on my poo-roo dah. My poo-roo-dah." And picked up the bubble wrap.