This has to be the weirdest problem I've had with DD. We're now on day 3 of the complete gibberish with very few English breaks. The point where she will speak English is to insist that I repeat a particular word back to her until I speak it 'properly'.
An extra dimension is added by her insistence that she's speaking French. Now, I lived in France for a few years, taught French at secondary level and all in all, my French is pretty good. So an exchange like this is very tiring..
DD - Grkrash fitlu akraaadi!
Me - ?
DD - Do you know the French for 'teeth'?
Me - Yes, it's "les dents".
DD - No it isn't, it's 'yrkaalodomee'
Me - Oh really?
DD - Now, repeat after me - 'notlaaroodlameeri'
Me - So 'notlaaroodlameeri' means 'teeth', does it?
DD - No! You're not saying it right! In France, they say 'bonalakacherd'.
Me - Or 'les dents'
DD - Vitlaa meerk laamidri skremoo!
Me -
Should I resign myself to having a Klingon in the house for the foreseeable future? I've heard about siblings having a 'secret language' between them but DD is an only..