Demples

Last night as I was trying to convince Jack, long after bedtime, that he needed to go to sleep, this little conversation played out.

me: "Close your eyes, Buddy and think about happy things, like going down the slide at the park."

Jack, using his hand to pantomime going down the slide: "I wub da swide. Wee."

Me: "I love your little dimple when you smile."

Jack: "Demple, smile?"

Me: "Yeah, when you smile you get a little dimple on your cheek."

Jack: "Demple, cheek?"

Me: "A dimple isn't a cheek, its a little dot on your cheek."

Jack: "Mommy, demple, church."

Me, laughing: "Yes Jack. A temple is a church, but a dimple is on your cheek."

Jack, laughing too: "Oh, mommy. Demple, church. Demmple, cheek."