Ackey

This is one of Georgia's new favorite words. Every tiny bit of dirt, each minuscule crumb, any little scrap she finds on the floor she exclaims, "Ackey!" and hands it to me to throw away.

Needless to say I was surprised this evening when I asked her what was in her mouth and she showed me a mouth FULL of dirt, crumbs, and left over tidbits from the stove-top I had just cleaned. I dug out as much as I could, but she actually didn't seem to mind a mouthful of "ackey."

Maybe it was because she didn't eat any of her dinner. I just hope now that this "ackey" habit doesn't continue.