The following is an actual conversation between my 2 year old daughter and I about what she is to eat for dinner.
Me: Hadley, your dinner is on the table.
Hadley: (while looking at everything, she stops at the sliced cucumbers) Ew. What is that? It's icky.
Me: It's not icky. It's a cucumber. I love cucumbers
Hadley: Puke-umber??
Me: (trying desperately not to laugh) No, CUCUMBER.
Hadley: (enunciating for effect) No, mom, PUKE-umber. Puke. Like Baby Finn's puke.
posted on Friday, January 14, 2005 7:01 PM