Kate came dancing down the stairs tonight to fetch a book for Daddy to read to the kiddos.
"I'm looking for The Man Who Was the Sea."
"Do you mean The Man Who Was Thursday?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered and skipped back up the stairs with her book. Two minutes later she was back again.
"Actually, I need Twenty Eggs Under the Sea."
Ria, Terri and I started laughing. Hard.
"No, I mean Twenty thousand Eggs Under the Sea."
We handed over the book, but didn't have the heart to correct her (though she may have wondered about all the giggles).
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