Craysons = Crayons
Amea = Amelia
Spaceball = Baseball
Last week while we were driving, Amelia heard an ambulance coming toward us. She was excited and pointed to it yelling “Fire truck! Fire truck!” She was so happy about the lights and sounds.
I matter-of-factly told her that it wasn’t a fire truck. I said it was an ambulance and that someone was sick.
She lowered her voice and very concerned and softly said “Oooooh No. That’s bad.”