Apple Pine

A couple weeks ago we're standing in the kitchen and Ashley asked if she could eat and apple pie.
 "We don't have any apple pie," thinking that it sounded good to me too.
 "Yes we do apple pine right there!" pointing to the pineapple.
"You mean pineapple, sure you can have some."
"Thank you for my apple pine."

I came home from the grocery store yesterday morning. As I was putting away the food Ashley got really excited and started jumping and shouting, "Oh thank you mom! oh thank you for getting an apple pine" I know by now that apple pine is pineapple and I find it super cute but I'm a mom that believes in correcting their children so other people know what they are talking about. Rachel has obviously picked up on this and corrected her, "It's pineapple, Ashley." "Yeah, apple pine, I said it right."

Oh well... ham was pink meat in my house growing up for as long as I can remember. I guess pineapple can be apple pine.

Then this morning she was showing me what was in her purse: a phone and paper tissue.  Yep it was tissue paper!