Sounds Like . . .

Yesterday, as I was putting Peeper in the car to go to the grocery store, I noticed some skydivers overhead. (There's a small airport near us, and we see them all the time. It never gets any less cool.)

I pointed them out to her, saying, "Look, honey - parachutes!"

She kept pointing at the sky and signing "more."

I was saying "I'm sorry, that's all there are," when I realized, Wait a minute. She's cleaned up her "more" and it doesn't look like that anymore. Oh, and there's the new "more," and . . . shoes?

Shoes?

*more* *shoes* *points*

What is she talking about?

*more* *shoes* *points*

What shoes?

*more* *shoes* *points*

Sh. . .  - oh.

Ooooh!

Evidently, to the not-quite-twenty-two-month-old ear, Parachute = Pair o' Shoes.