My niece Alanna was bearly able to talk at this time. She couldn't pronounce her f's or sh's. Instead of an f, she would say b, and instead of sh, she would say tch.
My mother and I got a laughing riot out of giving the poor girl a package of gold fish to snack on. Alanna would pick one up and try to say "fish". This evolved into her going "Fish fish fish fish." That was one of the best rides home ever.
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