Last night, Yaya was trying to ask for a specific song, although it took me a minute to understand.
"Daddy, I want gone dah-toe."
"What?"
"Gone dah-toe!"
"What's gone dah-toe?"
"A song! I want the gone dah-toe song!"
"Sweety, I don't know the gone dah-toe song."
"I'm not saying it white. I say it and say it, but I can't say it white."
"Gone dah-toe.
Gone dah-toe! Mmmmmmm!" (Growling in frustration a-la Marge Simpson)
"Sweety, do you mean
Don Gato?"
"Yes! Gone dah-toe!" Then, carefully, "Don Gato. I said it! Don Gato!
Don Gato!"
Keetah then chimes in, "'On Gato!"
(And, after all that, I didn't have the song with us...)