"Arewanasinchintoooo!" She nods vehemently.
"You want something? You want a...what?!"
"Arewanasinchintooooooooo!" Begins jumping up and down.
"You want a chicken? A spinach? An inchworm?" It doesn't matter how ridiculous the guesses are, you just keep throwing them out there because her volume is increasing and suddenly three other family members are chiming in like a bad 80's episode of Family Feud.
"She's saying she wants dessert!" "She wants us to get a pony!" "No, she wants to watch a movie! She said she wants to watch Nemo!"
All the while the toddler is yelling, "No!" and looking more and more insulted - at least until Nemo is mentioned, and then she stops briefly to consider that option...but, no, no, it's definitely "Arewanasinchintooooooooo!"
I give up and resort to the best interpreter I have: our seven year old daughter. Her sister, her roommate, her best friend, and the one who has shown a gifting for the interpretation of tongues more than once before. If this doesn't work, we might have to plug in Nemo.
Sister arrives. We ask Miss to repeat her request, and she compliantly announces "Arewanasinchintooooooooo! Arewanasinchintooooooooo!" clear as anything.
Sister looks at me calmly. "She wants a sandwich," and walks away.
Miss lights up, nodding the affirmative, and we have a winner. "Yeah! Yeah! Arewanasinchintooooooooo!"
Of course. I knew that.