Eden: Mommy, I have some apple pie, pleeeease?
Me: We don't have any apple pie, Baby.
Eden: Ya! D'ere's a apple pie in da fridge. Daddy put it d'ere. Come see!
Hmm, could this be correct? Maybe that nice grandmotherly lady Adam works with has been baking again. Those cookies he brought home last week were yummy! Mmm, pie. I could really go for some pie. I wonder if we have any ice cream...
Me: Eden, this is not an apple pie...this is a pineapple. I'm horribly disappointed. Get your boots, we're going to the store.
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