Caleb, 4: "Mom, I don't like poe-key-toes."
Wendy, 37: "Poe-key-toes?"
Caleb: "Yes, I don't like them."
Wendy: "Poe-key-toes?? Do you mean taquitos?"
Caleb: "No, POE---KEY---TOES. I don' t like them."
Wendy: "Why don't you like poe-key-toes?"
Caleb: "I don't like poe-key-toes because they bite."
Wendy: "Oh, MO-squitoes. It's MO-squitoes. MO-squitoes is how you say it. I don't like them either."
Caleb: "Yeah, poe-key-toes. I don't like poe-key-toes."
Wendy: "I don' t like poe-key-toes either Caleb."
