Lost in translation

She won't let me help her get dressed to go out anymore. Nope, she's got that covered and refuses any input from her Dad. 

So I shout down the passage, coz we're now running a little late, and she emerges from her bedroom dressed from head to toe in purple. (her second most favourite colour).  

Purple shirt, purple skirt, purple hot pants, purple socks and yes, purple takkies. When I saw her, as an exclamation of surprise and approval, I said; "Baby, you purple!" the smile slid off her face and she ran back to her room sobbing!    

I'm like; "What did I say?"

It turns out, and I have no idea where she learned this word...but she thought I had said; 

"Baby you poephol."

Purple baby, purple!

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