"F*ck", please!

Ever since I turned two, I have been able to hold conversations with my parents. Well, I don't talk in full sentences quite yet, and sometimes I have my own pronunciation that only people that know me understand. Others might be quite shocked when I talk. Here are my current most notable Izzy-isms:

- f*ck - fork (I say everytime we eat), truck (I yell everytime I see one), fox
- f*ck old Joe - trot old Joe (currently my favorite song which I sing over and over again)
- f*cking - napkin
(I promise you that Mommy cleaned up her potty mouth so it's not her fault...)