Kayla came home from school today with a paper "beaver-like" creature on a popsicle stick that pops out of a Dixie cup.
When asked what is was, she answered, "Its a warthog, Mom."
"Honey, I don't think its a warthog. It looks like a beaver."
"NO MOM! Its a WARTHOG!!!"
"No, baby...I don't think...." (why I even engage in these arguments, I'll never know...)
"Yes it is, Mom! He comes out of his hole and sees his shadow...."
"Oh, a GROUNDHOG, you mean."
"Oh yeah, that's what it is. But I'm gonna keep callin' it a warthog."