Me: (from the other room) What? I have no idea what you're talking about.
Ben: (pointing emphatically) This! This! This ....pointelle.
Me: (walking around corner) I think you mean poinsettia.
Ben: Whatever it's called. Can we get rid of it yet?
I was momentarily proud he properly pronounced a fashion knit pattern. Obviously, disappointed in its misuse. But hey, in his mind clothes and flowers are both "frou frou" so it gets categorized in the same place I guess.
*The poinsettia was a gift from a Thanksgiving guest and I'm absolutely in love with it. It was such a thoughtful gesture however between Ben's unnecessary disdain for it and my absentminded neglect it probably won't last much longer.
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