What is up with language anyway?

Even though I am quite accomplished at typing (ha ha), my verbal skills are too advanced for English. I talk A LOT, but very little of it is understood by anyone else. I did say "down" at Aunt Lisa's house when I wanted to get down and play after eating, but I haven't said it since. Then yesterday, I said "cat" while being babysat by Melissa at Aunt Dorothy's house. (On a sort of related note, my mom thinks that I called Grandma "An-ma" a few times while we were visiting.) So why am I saying these words clearly and appropriately (so much so that people wonder was it a figment of their imagination) only once? I don't know the answer to that. Mommy is working hard at keeping her language clean now, so that I don't pick up any bad words. I read in my buddy's blog that he speaks English in a French accent. That would be something! Bonjour Auntie Steph and Unky Keith! Hope D got some shorts that fit him.