“Ammu Toot! Umee, Ammu Toot!”
I switch to my new-word-detective mode. Say who? Uncle Berry? A nickname for someone? Some memory involving a brother and blueberries? She is jumping frantically up and down.
I follow her around the corner to the bathroom and she points to a little speck on the floor.
Aaaaaah. Of course. A spider.
Ammu Toot. Ankabut.
I try to adjust her pronunciation a bit. An-ka-boot. An. Ka. Boot. Some progress. Anpatoot. Antaboot.
"Umee! Ayna 'A la patoot'?"