As I’m working in the kitchen, I hear Red in the other room talking to “Elfie” about Santa bringing Pink mulch for Christmas. When he walks in the kitchen…
Me: Buddy, did you tell Elfie that Pink wants mulch for Christmas?!
Red: I told him that hers only wants a wittle bit of mulch.
Red: Yeah, mom, mulch!
I continue to stare at him, not really sure where he would come up with mulch, or what he could possibly be trying to say.
Red: You know mom, that ‘tuff dad puts on the grill?!
Me: Oh! You mean charcoal! Coal…
Red: Yeah, that too. I told Elfie hers not been that bad. She only wants a wittle bit. Hers wants some dolls, not just mulch.
Me: Ok. Got it. I sure hope Elfie listens to you.