Last night's conversation with my wee girl was a slight variation on an oldie, but a goodie.
She was looking at her reading book, impatient to get on with her nightly reading, while I was putting the last of the washing onto the airing rack in front of the fire.
Her: Mum, what does S-A-Y say?
Her: Yes, what does S-A-Y say?
Her: Yes, say?
Me: Yes. SAY.
Her: Mum! What does it say????
Her: Well if you're not going to help me, don't worry about it!!
And she stomped off down the hallway while her dad and I laughed ourselves silly.
Then I called her back and we looked at the word together and sounded it out and worked out that S-A-Y really does say... say.