This morning when we left home to go to the nanny’s, my little girl was extremely talkative. And by extremely, I mean she was talking non-stop.
I think it was some kind of story, or maybe the same story over and over again, as I recognised the same “words” several times.

Listen to her here:

story part one
story part two
story part three
story part four
story part five

There are occasional distractions, such as “Qu’est-ce que c’est que ça ?”, “La lune !” or “De l’eau ?” as we were advancing on our usual route.

I didn’t manage to record the final sentence (how did I know when she was going to stop?), it occurred in the elevator and was actually fully comprehensive (but somewhat surprising):

“Papa est pas content de tout ça.” (“Daddy isn’t happy about all that.”)