A conversation at 7:30 a.m. this morning. Big Philip is making pancakes. He then murmurs under his breath, spelling out a word so that Little Philip will not catch his drift. Mommy walks through the kitchen with Helen to do the smell test for whether or not coffee is brewing yet.
Philip: "Philip, do you want jelly or syrup?"
No answer, as Little Philip slurps his morning milk.
Philip: "He probably wants B-O-T-H."
Mama: "B-I-T-H, B-I-T-H, bith?"
Philip, slower this time: "B....O....T...H"
A long pause
Mama: Quizzically attempting to grasp this difficult concept sounds it out, "Baaaath?"
Brain transplant, please.