Every home with a toddler has a Keyser Soze. A noun that you cannot figure out, but is none-the-less the object of your sweet butter's obsession.
Ours is anNee. More like anNeeeee! Our little L spends most days, every day prattling on and on about anNee. When she fake-talks into the phone, she talks to/about anNee. When she is bent over backwards having temper tantrums that require a priest and some special water to stop, she is yelling at/about anNee.
Could anNee be our resident ghost? Is anNee just her little baby word for fuck off you skanky bitch? It's been hard to say, but I am happy to report that anNee has not only been identified,
but we captured that sucker.
Mom: "Where anNee, baby? Where's your anNee?"