"MOM! Don't step over hewuh inna duht."
Said patch of dirt is nowhere near any place I ever walk, so, um, ok. But I had to ask. WHY do I always have to ask?!
"I bewied da fish right hewuh. Dat's why."
I'm confused now. We only have one fish, swimming happily in Drama's room upstairs. Yet again, I have to ask. DANG IT!!!
'Um, Piggs, what fish did you bury? Not Mr. Gold right?'
"DUH Momma - my cwackuhs from Sunday School Day. I didn't like dum, and I not 'posed to frow away da food. So I bewied dem."