The other day Cherie was "reading" the Cheez-Its box. And the conversation went something like this:
"Mama! Wisten to me wead the box"
"Okay, chickadee, let me hear it."
"C-H-E-E, snore, I-T"
"Snore?" I asked, glancing again at my sweet daughter and the box in her hand.
"Yeah, right here - snore!" she said as she pointed to the "Z"