Meatbulbs

It's a sad, sad day.  Cora has been calling meatballs "meatbulbs" for as long as I can remember.  Today in the car, completely out of the blue, she asked, "Wait, Mom--is it meatbulbs or meatballs?"  I frowned, because I knew I couldn't lie to her.  I sighed and admitted it was the latter.  She nodded and said, "Oh, that's what I thought.  That's how I'm going to say it from now on."

I always mourn a little on the inside when they outgrow something they've always said the "wrong" way.  Why can't they stay three forever???