What happens when you read alot to your kids

We were in Winco yesterday and there was a sweet Indian lady who fell in love with Hucky. She stood and played with him for a few minutes, speaking very fast Indian, and Hucky obliged by smiling and being cute.
The lady eventually walked away and Flannery leaned over and asked in a very confidential voice, "Was that lady speaking Yiddish?"

She also has figured out that words change depending on tense. Yesterday, as we were walking, we saw a broken flower pot. "Mama! Somebody brewked that pot!"

And lastly, she's become a magnificent storyteller. Some of her favorite stories are stories from when I was a little girl. This story is pretty much verbatim and is a mixture of about 5 different stories that I've told her about my childhood.
"Once upon a time, there was an old oak tree that Mama and Uncle Gabriel liked to play under. They used to pick big sweet cherries what were not poisonous off of the oak tree and eat them underneath it. Well, one day they saw a rattlesnake under the tree and so Aunt Anna stepped on it and killed it. And it all turned out good.
But! Do you know what? (eyes narrowed and the climax is obviously about to take place) The snakes rattle didn't die! So they had to grab it quick and throw it up into the branches of the oak tree and it all turned out good."

Flannery to me as she sits in the sun outside: "Mom, you should leave my window open at night and let me listen to the froggies night songs."
Well...alright then.