I found my favorite water bottles at Wal-mart the other day. I bought a blue one for me, and Quinn picked out a red one. When we got home, she tried to drink from mine. But mine was full, and I knew she would spill, so I told her to "go get your own." (I had filled hers with just a few tablespoons, so it was harmless.)
Somehow she got that phrase, "your own," in her head, and now she thinks that that water bottle is called an "own." She'll cry, "my own, my own" "wan' my own."
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Hilarious!
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