Redhawk Caldera If peeing your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis

My niece is 18 months and she definitely babbles in some strange alien language, so I'm using her as inspiration! :D

Little Wildfire headed for their father, seeking refuge in the swarthy Alpha's shadow. She wound around his leg like a kitten, blinking her golden eyes as Nightjar went hurtling sideways and wound up plonking on his ass. She snorted, then laughed airily as she sprang from beside Peregrine's legs and rushed up to Nightjar's side again.

This time, she stopped just short of him and began to prance, the little twinkle toes. She attempted to swing a foreleg at him to invite him to play, yet she was just as uncoordinated as him and wound up losing her balance. Wildfire fell unceremoniously onto her hip, causing her to snort again. Feeling much more solid on her hindquarters, she plucked a paw off the earth and swatted at him as originally intended.

"Baba shmee!" she declared as she swiped her leg. "Baba shmee merda!"