on the drive to the store Fuss was waxing rhapsodic with a small stuffed sheep in the back seat.
Covering one eye:
"Dada, look! It's a CYCLOPS!"
Covering two eyes:
"Dada! Dada! Look!"
I look, he's just holding up the sheep with a barely restrained smile on his mug.
"What's that?" I ask, all unwitting.
"Called a BI-CLOPS! Hahahahahahaha!"