“Where’s my yogurt drink?”

“Look in the fridge. Generally perishables are refrigerated.”

“Mom, why do you use such big words sometimes?”

Hm, yes, I suppose that phrasing is a bit obscure. Not quite Conrad Blackian, but also not, “that’s where we stick stuff that needs to stay cold.” All I can say, in my defense, is that I like words, and those happened to be the first ones that popped to mind.

“Sometimes when I say big words, people look at me funny.”

(For the record, she didn’t look like she minded being “looked at funny.” I don’t think she’ll stop trying out big words anytime soon. And neither will I.)

File this exchange under Another Example of Like Mother, Like Daughter.