To really appreciate the following conversation, you must understand that it took place while I was cooking dinner. The Jellyman had just finished a bunch of yard work, and was in the bathroom trying to get cleaned up. Apple and Orange were both screeching in their high chairs, which was actually an improvement, since their previous activity had been screeching and holding on to my legs. Ok, carry on:
Raisin: Mommy, what does blanyet mean?
Me: “Blanyet?” I’m sorry, honey, I don’t understand what you’re saying.
Raisin: Blanyet, Mommy, blanyet. What does it mean?!
Me: Are you saying “blanyet?” Because I have no idea what that means.
Raisin: Yes! Blanyet! Blanyet!
Me: Maybe it would help if you told me where you learned this word. Then maybe I would be able to figure it out.
Raisin: I just made it up.
And that is how my day went. The end.