Imagine this: Kyla is lying on the couch, watching Tinkerbell. I ask what's up. Pathetically, in a small voice, she says, "Mommy, I think I have a little flute."
I turn to Maxx, and ask him if he has a little flute, too. To which he responds by pointing to his bare foot and saying, "shooo?" And then, "wee weesh?" (i.e. gold fish, which is what he has in his mouth at the moment).
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