Petal asks me what we are having for dinner. "Stew," I tell her.
"I hate sha-woo," she says.
"You hate 'what'?" I tease.
She goes to say it again, but stops herself. Instead, she says:
"I hate that-thing-you-said-we-are-going-to-have-for-dinner-tonight-and-I-don't-want-to-eat!"
"What's that, darling?"
Without thinking she says, "Sha-woo".
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