On those days when I needed a good laugh I prompt her comme ca.
Me: “Say frog.”
Sweet Bear: “Fruck.”
Me: “Say frog again.”
Sweet Bear: “FRUCK”
This continues until I am dying from laughter and she is saying fruck over and over giggling with joy to be such a clown! Each time that she says fruck so innocently and with such force, I can hardly contain myself!
My husband and I have lots of fun with this.
Hubby: “Is that my coffee?” (after I had asked him if he wanted coffee and he said no)
Moi: “You said you didn’t want any.”
Hubby: “I changed my mind.” (as he is taking mine)
Moi: “FROG YOU! C’est le mien. (It’s mine)”
Hubby: Frog you, too. (as he takes a drink out of it)
Moi: “Oh, FROG you one million times and forever! ” (as I sulk off to make more coffee for me)
I let him win because he gives great foot massages.
But, he doesn’t know that.
* I do try to correct her and repeat frog correctly just as many times as she pronounces it incorrectly. I am not that bad of a mother!