H2. . .oh

As I cleared the dinner dishes, Audrey approached me, her extended arm holding what was left of her water. "Thanks," I told her, and turned to dump it in the sink.

"It's fo yo baby," she informed me.

"Hmmm, " I said as I surveyed the swirling backwash and continued to the sink. "Thanks."

"It's FO yo BABY," she said again, louder this time. She had a determined look.

"You mean . . . you want me to drink it?" I asked her.

"Yes." She waited.

I put the cup to my mouth and pretending to drink. "Mmm, thank you!"

"You welcome," she sang, and skipped away.

Post-edit: Audrey observed recently, "You baby likes soda."