One more story, then I'm done.

Evangeline drew a picture today, and she went to hang it on the fridge. But the magnets weren't cooperating, and as they fell to the floor she said quite clearly "Gan-a-na-DOOF!"

Funnily enough, a few days ago when *I* said the phrase for what to her seemed to be no reason whatsoever, she copied it nearly perfectly: "Why you say "nom de gyuer"?

But apparently when you're upset you just can't sit and think how to say nom de Dieu! properly. Well, neither do I, anyway :P

(And for the record, both my mom and Jenn recognized what she meant to say without the benefit of a translation.)