Ever since birth Frankie has been developing her own unique language, and last weekend she decided it was time to take it out of beta testing and release it to the public (Masako and I). I can't quite put my finger on it, sometimes I hear a hint of German then Chinese and a touch of Elvish and Punjabi with a thick Irish accent. Now imagine all these languages mashed together, spoken backwards with a mouthful of marbles and you don't even come close to her little linguistic creation.

Only on a handful of occasions either I or her mother have been the target of Frankie's unique verbal tongue-lashing, as most of her conversations are between her stuffed animals, the cat and a bag of potatoes.