Miriam: My eyes are better! There is no mocos in them anymore. [my spanglish kids call snot ‘mocos’ pronounced MO-coze]
Me: Yeah, that’s great.
Miriam: The mocos went home! They went out of my eyes and home to my nose! Isn’t that fun?
(I wish I could recreate her “Isn’t that fun” tone for you – it was that slightly condescending upbeat tone a parent such as myself uses when trying to motivate the child to do something.)
Jireh: What are you doing?
Me: Making soup.
Jireh: What is that?
Me: A bay leaf for the soup.
Jireh: A bay leaf for the soup?
So the bay leaf can swim?