Spell it out

We have reached a new point of our parenting lives. On a fairly regular basis, I don't say juice, goldfish, or any number of other words that might arouse the attention of my little toddler monster. Instead, it is like I am in an unending spelling bee here. I should have a number pinned to me and be in front of a microphone. Before dinner tonight, I told Aaron something about the "G-O-L-D-F-I-S-H" bag that was on the counter. During dinner, Aaron told me he thought Zeke might want some "A-P-P-L-E."