As we were headed out the driveway this morning, the conversation in the backseat was quite intriguing. Ruby commented she’d seen something in the yard.
“It’s not a cow and it’s not a horse. I think it’s a doose.”
Sterling replied, quite confused, “A doose?!”
“No, a doose. Da Da Da Doose! Or a deese. It can be either one.”
“No! Da da da deese!”
“Geese, Sterling. Goose.” I said.
“Oh! Geese and goose!”
“That’s what I said!” Ruby argued.
Oh, and by the way, it was a turkey.