Eleanor's starting to remember things that happened and to connect them to other things that also happened, so our conversations have gotten really elaborate.
Me: Remember yesterday at the festival when you had a fried banana?
E: Nana. Eye skeeem!
Me: Yes, it had ice cream on it!
E: Nam nam nam. *casts about for topic with which to continue conversation* Cabbage!
Me: Yes, you also had cabbage yesterday.
E: *very dramatically* PICEY.
Me: It WAS spicy.
E: Nam nam nam.
And so on.
And sometimes something will stick in her head, like this one picture in a book my parents read to her over FaceTime with a puppy hanging upside-down in a tree, and so whenever ANYthing is upside-down, she brings up this puppy. He is the platonic ideal of upside-down.