Yesterday, when walking in to town as a family, we heard a dog barking hoarsely in the background.
Anna: "Mom! Did you hear that?"
Anna: "That's a tapir!"
Quickly followed by this gem at the Thanksgiving dinner table:
(Anna had just performed a rousing rendition of 'the peanut song' to a packed crowd of four older friends of my father-in-law - much clapping and encoring ensued).
Anna: "You're welcome big butt!"
Elderly lady #1: "I think she said you're welcome big bud"
Anna (to a lady with a large arse): "NO! You're welcome BIG BUTT"
LK & I in unison: "Anna - please say you're sorry, you can't say things like that"
Anna (genuinely perplexed): "Why not? It's just real life"