Bronwen was playing with a pink belt of hers today and was bending it. She told me it was in the shape of a stocking--I looked, and sure enough, it was clearly a stocking shape. The conversation went something like this:
Bronwen: Look, Buddy Bert, a stocking!
Me: Why Bronwen, it IS a stocking.
Bronwen: Can we hang it?
Me: Mmmhmmm. Let's do that.
Bronwen: Not Mmhm, Mama; you're supposed to say, "Yes."