"Mommy! Ksenya has adjees!!!"
"What?" (give me a break, I'm not fluent in monkey after 7:00 p.m.)
"She says she has adjees - you have to come!"
I'm too curious to resist, so I head down the hall to the bedroom where Ksenya is lathering herself with smelly orange lotion and Ayvri points to her sister's leg and says, "See? Adjees!"
"Ksenya - what's wrong with your leg?"
"Mom, I think I have allergies!" (I think I'm raising a hypochondriac).
Nope, just dry skin . . . but at least we've added another important word to the baby girl's vocabulary.