|okay, so maybe he's not free. but I'm willing to give you a deal ;)|
Rowan: mom, I want a posstiple.
me (quizzically): you want a what? Apostle Paul? (has my four year-old been secretly reading the bible? because it sure sounded like he just said he wanted Apostle Paul.)
Rowan: NO! (o-kay, so he's not reading the bible.) I said, a-POSS-ti-ple, not a posstiple. (like, DUH.)
me (shrugging shoulders): I'm sorry, but I have absolutely no idea what you're trying to say.
heaving a huge sigh, he turns and runs into the kitchen. once there, he yanks open the freezer and pulls out a Popsicle from inside.
Rowan (waving the Popsicle above his head): this kind, see?
me: oh, you want a Popsicle. not, Apostle Paul.
Rowan: yes, a posstiple.
kid speak. I stink at it.