This conversation actually happened. Last night. At dinner.

Child: Mommy, remember when I got sick and frowed up?
Mom: Yes, sweety. That was bad.
Child: On yours bed?
Mom: Mm-hmm. Eat your dinner.
Child: And I throwed up on yours bed and my hands and it went on the floor?
Mom: Can’t this wait until after we eat?
Child 2: (Standing at fridge) But I threw up more when I was sick, remember?
Child: And the baby frew up in hers crib! But not like when dad threw up at Shewwy’s house.
Child 2: Mine went everywhere.
Mom: Enough already!
Child: Okay.
(moments pass)
Child: Remember that time I frewed up on the couch?