Still got it

I love it when Zoey completely botches the English language.  No, seriously.  I think it's adorable and proves to me that she still has a bit of baby-girl in her.  Just when I start to lament the fact that she is getting so grown up, she will inevitably throw me a few curve balls that prove to me she's still learning and, even better, she has no filters.  Whatever pops in to her little brain comes straight out her mouth.  LOVE IT.

Me:  Zoey, eat your cereal.  (How long can you market cereal-for-dinner night as fun and exciting?  Can I make that stretch in to the pre-teen years?  God knows I'm going to try.)

Zoey:  Yeah.  I don't want it to get foggy.

Me:  Soggy.  I think you mean soggy.

Zoey:  Yup.  Foggy cereal is gwoss. 

Me:  Okay, sure.

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Zoey:  Mommy, what is a whine-o?  (She hits me with this completely out of the blue at 6:40 a.m. as we are pulling in to daycare.)

Me:  Um...what?  Where did you hear that?  (Thinking: how could she possibly have seen or heard the term for a homeless drunken person?)

Zoey:  I saw it on Super Why.

Me:  *cursing PBS, still struggling for an age-appropriate description of drinking out of a paper bag*

Zoey:  You know, Mommy!  From Super Why!

Me:  Um, well... (*light bulb*)  Wait.  Whine-o?  Or RHINO?

Zoey:  YEAH!  A whine-o!

Me:  Oh, oh, oh!  Right!  An animal with a big horn on his nose!  (I redeem myself by producing the sign for rhino from somewhere in the depths of my underly-caffeinated mind.  We proceed to act like rhinos all the way to the gym.  Problem solved.)

And now, if you'll excuse me, I need a coffee refill and Sesame Street is featuring Abby's Fwying Feh-wy School this morning.  Feel free to interpret in the comments section.