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Scene: the breakfast table. Twins are in their high chairs. Lori is cutting up a piece of fruit.

Simone: Apple?

Lori: Actually, it's a pear.

Simone: Apple?

Lori: Close. Pear.

Simone: Apple.

Lori: It's a pear. Can you say pear?

Simone: Apple.

Lori: Pear? Say pear? Pear.

Simone: Apple!

Lori serves the fruit without further comment.

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In her defense - making even her middle name Frances was kind of just asking for trouble. :) And, if not trouble, then at least asking for someone who delights in being contrary.

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Apple.

App-le!

this melts my heart in ordinary and exquisite ways

When my daughter was about a year old, we were eating fruit salad at a restaurant. She'd hold up a piece of fruit and make a "Mmmn?" noise, asking what it was. I'd reply... banana, melon, peach. When I said "Pear," her eyes lit up and she happily slapped it against her head, rubbing it into what she thought I'd said: Hair!

LOL!

You should get her asian pears.

Been there already :) (They come in the box.) She calls those apples, too.

My mother has assorted stories like this about me, including an epic battle over how to pronounce the word "chameleon" when I was 3 or 4 and in my early reading stages. I don't know how she survived my childhood without Valium, because really, I was the most stubborn child on the planet.

I think the actual battles come later. This time I think she was just practicing her (relatively) new word and looking forward to a treat. Sometimes I can get her to mimic me, and sometimes not -- this morning, definitely not. Apple is just more fun to say than pear, I guess.

(Squirrels are still called 'cat,' too.)

I look forward to the day when you point at a squirrel, say "Squirrel" and she replies, "Pear!"

::sigh:: Yes.

This week in our house, it's trying to convince the gnome that those penguins in that book he likes are actually falcons. That is, birds that do fly.

::sigh::

She must be wondering why you would arbitrarily rename "The class of foods that are crunchy and sweet". Tricksy grownups.

And she's definitely got a point!

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