Pink girl comes to me this morning and THIS is the conversation that ensued:
PINK: Mom, where are the tonsils?
ME: Sorry, what?
PINK: (a little less sure of her choice of words now) You know -- the wooden ton....(trails off uninteligibly)
ME: LOL because the word tonsils finally registered and I'm realizing she has no clue what word she's searching for (thought that only happened to me).
PINK: nevermind and goes over the toaster trying to remove her breakfast waffle from it. She's fishing around in the drawer and I finally have an epiphany.
She's looking for the TONGS!
giggle - snort!
2 hours ago