We're working at the stove, L balancing on a small child's chair, me at the cast iron frying pan and roasting pine nuts, trying to stay aware of her wobbles toward the stove and the hot pan.
L (leaning forward to peer into the pan): Them look like peanuts!
me (distracted): Hmm.... Yeah, sort of.
L: You have peanuts daddy.
me: I do?
L: Yeah, you have peanuts. With your pwivates.
me ( ... aaack! redirect!): What's your mama doing?