Me, walking in on Anja after her nap: Hey honey, did you sleep today, or did you play the whole time?
Anja: I played.
Me: Okay. Why do you have the fan on?
Anja: I like how it spins. Look how fast and nice it is spinning!
Me: Aha. *Leaves room to hang up laundry*
Anja, returning to play: These guys live in their house in North Covania.
Me: Really? What state is that in?
Anja: State? Um, it’s next to a store called Truck Roasted.
Me, attempting not to smirk: Ohh…and what do they sell?
Anja, matter-of-factly: They sell trucks and toast. *pause* Mama, have you ever seen a store that sells trucks and toast?
Me, hiding smile: Nope.
Anja, you are such a funny little thing. You have several words you pronounce incorrectly. Daddy (or other people) will sometimes correct you, and I ask them not to. You have your whole adult life to speak properly, but only for so long will I get to hear things like “lemonlade” and “brushteeth (toothbrush).”