It is a cliche that the Inuit have many words for snow; that it holds a special and significant role in their day-to-day lives and thus can be described many ways. Britta, having fewer sounds, but many interests has opted to go the other way, and has made a few Swiss-Army-Words, you know, the multitool words which can be used in any given situation.
Her favorite one of late is matato (mah-TAY-to), which describes tomatoes, potatoes, and Play-doh. Yes, you can see where that one comes from -- and also how it can be confusing between playtime and snack.
"Mom, can you make a baby out of matato?" and "Mom, I want dippy (ketchup) on my matato." have very different meanings.
Really, Britta is growing up quickly and she learns new words faster than we can keep track of them. She's also keenly on baby-watch, and has been asking Kristine's tummy, "Baby, when are you coming out?"
She was the first to have a guess at baby's gender. She said definitively that it is going to be a boy and that she wants a boy-sister.
