"Mommy, tell me about the three dough-ehvs."
"Lib, um, I'm not sure what a DOUGH-EHV is. Can you help me out?
"It's not a DOUGH-EHV, Mommy. It's a DOUGH-EHV!"
"DOUGH-EHV?"
"NO! DOUGH-EHV! MOMMYYYYYYY! A DOUGH-EHV!"
Brian giggles quietly in the kitchen while he cooks dinner.
"Hey!" I shout to Brian. "What is a DOUGH-EHV, Smartypants?" He peeks his head around the corner.
"I have no idea."
Elizabeth is becoming increasingly frustrated at our obvious brain damage and screams loudly.
"THE THREE DOUGH-EHVS, MOMMY! THEY ARE FRIENDS WITH SNOW WHITE! THE THREE DOUGH-EHVS!" As she speaks, she thrusts three of her adorable little fingers in my face. "THE THREE DOUGH-EHVS!"
Brian cackles from the kitchen.
"Oh, honey, the three DWARFS."
"YES! THE THREE DOUGH-EHVS!"
"Yeah, I hate to say it, kiddo, but I think there's actually seven of them."
"No. THREE DOUGH-EHVS!" I can see tantrum approaching. My mind scrambles to diffuse.
"You sure? I think there are actually seven - and that's GOOD because MORE is BETTER."
She ponders and asks, "Seven dough-ehvs?"
I nod. "Yep."
"Okay, Mommy. Tell me about the seven dough-ehvs, please?"