I reheated some noodles and stew for lunch, and Megan chattered away.
Megan: Can I have a owange too-ooo?
Me: yes, go ahead.
The kids have been wicked into oranges lately.
Megan, passing the orange from hand to hand, starts singing: Hot orange, hot orange! (like hot potato)
The microwave beeps, signaling her food is ready. I pull the bowl out and place it in front of her.
Me: Okay, yours is done.
Megan: Meat.....what for dinner! <giggling, imitating that old commercial>
Me: You silly. :)
Megan: You want my beef?
Me: No, honey, I'm having some.
Megan: Okay, I eat it. I have canine teef back dare to chew wiv. <points at her molars>
Me, laughing: Nope, those are your molars. Your canines are closer to the front.
Megan: Den I’ll use dem to whip (rip) apart my owange! <giggling more>
Me: Okay….<laughing>…okay. Eat your food.
It all comes back around to the orange. Did you see what I did there? Around to the orange….aROUND to the orange…..oranges are round….oh well, Megan’s funnier than I am. ;)