So, we were sitting down for dinner and I put a plate in front of each kid. One had a regular kid plate, another had a plate with little sections to keep the different foods from touching, and the third was heart-shaped and had Disney princesses on it.
C protests that she DOESN'T WANT the princess plate; she wants some other plate.
I whisper in C's ear, "You have the princess plate because your name means 'princess'. Isn't that special?"
B says, so matter-of-factly, to C, "No it doesn't. It means 'horrid monkey'."
And dinner is just getting started...
("Horrid monkey"? Where does she come up with this?)
Hubby and I had to giggle about it.