Sophie: Fower Woke!
Me: What's that, sweetie?
Sophie: A fower woke!!! You hear it?
Me: Fower woke? Flowerwork? Flower? A... what?
Sophie: Fowerwoke! You hear it? You hear it, Mom? Fowerwoke!
Me: Oh! You mean firework? Do you hear fireworks?
Sophie: Yep. Fowerwoke.
Me: Where? Where are the fireworks?
Sophie: [pointing at the basement door] Fowerwoke.... hiding ... in da ... door....
Me: Fireworks are hiding in the door??
[Travis and Noah erupt into laughter]
Sophie: Yep. [pointing at the ceiling] Uptare. Fowerwoke.
Me: Fireworks, hiding in the door, upstairs?
Sophie: Yep.
Me: Oh. Okay. Whatever you say, sweetheart.
Sophie: CROCODYE-O!
P.S. Sophie's going through a crocodile obsession. Not sure where it came from. Crocodiles are randomly inserted into everyday conversations.
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