Havana: “Daddy, your [whiskers] matches your sweater.”
Me: “They do? My sweater is brown, isn’t my [whiskers] black?”
Havana: “No, your sweater is grey.”
(She calls “whiskers” a “mustache”)
Havana: “Daddy, your [whiskers] matches your sweater.”
Me: “They do? My sweater is brown, isn’t my [whiskers] black?”
Havana: “No, your sweater is grey.”
(She calls “whiskers” a “mustache”)