This afternoon for lunch, I was peeling an orange for the girls. Ivory came over and clearly stated, "Daddy, that's a orange. A BIG orange." (Yes, I know it should be "an" by Ivory hasn't learned that yet.)
To which, I replied, "Yup, it's a good orange."
"But Daddy, what kind of orange is that? Daisy doesn't like those oranges."
"It's a Navel orange. I think Daisy will like this orange. It smells really good."
"Oh, well, I like oranges, but I don't like Navy-L oranges. I tried them once when I was a baby, and I don't like them."
I just chuckled as I put the orange slices on her plate.