Tarana: Mama, can you play Snakes & Ladders with me?
Me: Not right now, baby.
Tarana: (with a long-suffering sigh) Ohhh-kay. I will play with one peoples and that peoples is me.
Ah, the pathos of a three year old who can't get her mother to submit to her every whim...
What she needs is an adoring grandparent or two to melt at her fake-mournful expression.
(Also, if there is anything cuter than early childhood grammar, I cannot presently call it to mind)