Tonight I made pork loin for supper. The rotisserie chimed when it was finished, and this is the conversation that ensued:
Hannah: Mom, your porkling is ready.
Me and Greg: (Look at each other and start laughing.)
Me: My what?!
Hannah: Your porkling. You know, your chicken, your duck.
Me and Greg: (Continue to laugh.)
Hannah: Isn't that what it's called? Or is it oinkling?
And yet she's so darn smart!