Here’s my favorite question of the week:
Little Libra: What’s that?
L: Nice nash! Where jew get-it?
M: Church. It’s a-a-ash, like aaaaapple.
L: A-a-a-nash. Niiiiice naaaaash.
She said it the way teenagers admire tattoos with envy and longing, mentally imprinting it on her own forehead. Or was that just me?