… I asked my 3 year-old when he insisted that he didn’t want jam on his toast, or “regular” honey.

This conversation had already been going on for a few minutes, and I was getting a little frustrated.

Why can’t you just have honey?

No, I want FUH-WYYYY honey.

What is ‘fly honey?’

It’s honey with a fwyyyyy.

We don’t have honey with a fly, Zachary.

Yes, we dooooooo! I aw-weddy towd you dat, mama!

I don’t even remember how it happened exactly, but eventually I opened the right cupboard that had the “fly honey” in it, and holy WOW he just about screamed my ears off —

“Dat’s IT!!!!!!”