"Rylee, say..."

Regardless if Rylee has milk, juice, or water in her sippy cup, to her it is all called "ilk."  This frustrates Russell.  He is constantly correcting her.  "No, Rylee, it's WWAATTEER."  Apparently this bothers Russell enough that he has taken upon himself the role as Rylee's "coach" in expanding her vocabulary.  And he takes this job VERY seriously.  :)  Yesterday we were driving to Sacramento (most of these lessons take place while his student is strapped in a car seat where he knows he will have her full attention) and this is what was being taught.

"Rylee, say RU-SUL...  Ru, Ru, Ru...Russell.  No, Rylee, No.  RU-RU-RU.... like Rudder.  Just say it like Rudder, Rylee."

Looks like Grandpa R's lessons on the parts of a plane have stuck with the kid.  And goodness, words like rudder...sheesh...that's baby talk!

Russell, can you say Aeronautical engineer?