I had this conversation with Samantha today.
Sam: Mommy, where is my butterfly thingy?
Me: What butterfly thingy?
Sam: The butterfly thingy with the thingy and the thingies!
Me: Sam, I have no idea what you’re talking about. What thingy?
Sam: The thingy! You know, the thingy for the horse.
Me: What horse thing?
Sam: No! Not the horse, the butterfly thingy! For the horse thing with the motorcycle thingy.
Me: You mean the remote control for the pony motorcycle?
Sam: No! The butterfly thingy!
Me: The butterfly shaped remote control for the little motorcycle?
Sam: Yea! Where is it?
Me: I don’t know. It was on the table this morning, is it still there?
Sam: No! Keep looking, Mom! I want it!
Me: Uh, no, you keep looking.
Sam: (rolling eyes and storming away) Ack.