Emerson: More oatmeal, Daddy, peez!
Me: Peas?
Emerson: No, *peez*?
Me: Oh, *peez*
Emerson (giggling now): No, PEEZ!
It's called diction, young lady. In this house we do it right.
To be fair, at this point Marantha intervened, noting that Emerson was only 2 and I should stop...doing whatever it was that I was doing.
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