Raisins
Last Sunday morning, Marian set Isaiah up with a bowl of Cheerios. He wandered back into the kitchen and asked for raisins.
"We don't have any more raisins, sweety," said Marian.
"Raisins," said Isaiah.
"We can get more," I said from the couch.
Isaiah ran out and said, to me, "More raisins."
"We have to go to the store," I said. "After church."
"More raisins," said Isaiah.
"After church," I said.
"Get some raisins," Isaiah said.
"How about Cheerios," I said.
"How about raisins," Isaiah said.