(We think “hairplane” is cute, so we say it back to you. You could probably pronounce “airplane” correctly by now, except that we’ve been reinforcing the wrong one.)
Well, I tried, sweetie. But I was kind of winging it and it ended up looking suspiciously like the airplane that crashed into the side of the the Himalayas and all the passengers had to eat each other to survive. All crumpled up and covered in questionable-looking debris.
“Cake!” you said when you saw it.
“Yeah. Um, what kind of cake do you think it is?” I said hopefully.
“Chocolate!” you exclaimed with glee.
Ah, children. Reminding us of the important lessons: Who gives a shit what it looks like? IT’S CAKE.