From the Mouths of Babes in November

Eileen:  What happened to my food baby?

Me:  Eileen. Potty.  Yes or No.
Eileen: Uh.  I suppose not.

Eileen:  My eyes can't see clear.  There are tears in them.

Robin: crawls to food cabinet.  Squawks.  Tenses and shakes body.
Me:  Oh, did you want to eat?

Robin may not say much, but he communicates in other ways.

"ATTACK!"

 "Peek-a-boo!"

Eileen, my little tiny dancer