"Fwuit chews"

The daughter and grandkids came over last night to eat dinner with us. BT had to have "starting school" shots and he was a little anal about anyone getting near the top half of his arms, which I totally understand. Apparently the visit to the doctor was very stressful for him, and he asked that Man pick him up from daycare early, which Man did do. BT was pleased to run errands with Man the rest of the afternoon. BK was her usual self when she arrived. My way or the highway people! She asked for a dub-a-dub as soon as she walked in the door. For those of you who are unfamiliar with dub-a-dubs, this is what she calls popsicles! No one knows why, or even how she came up with this nickname for popsicles, but if you say popsicle, she promptly says dub-a-dub! So, instead of us teaching her the correct terminology for this frozen treat, which she refuses to learn anyway, we ALL refer to them as dub-a-dubs, even her 5 year old brother who has known what to call them since he was 14 months old. When we try to teach her the correct terminology for the popsicles, by sounding it out... "pop" and then "sicle"..., she just looks at us like WE have a problem and says "dub-a-dub." And as soon as she finished her dub-a-dub, she wanted a snack.. fwuit chews.. she swallows them whole.. I keep waiting for one to exit in its original form, but so far, it hasn't happened.

She also loves "Tet-corn"... and "Ceaseel"... Sometimes I have to get her brother to interpret for me. He understands everything she says perfectly.. But I am getting better..