Amanda and I are watching the Titans play poorly yesterday when the boy wanders in. "Ina watch nananudis," quoth he.
Eyebrows raised, Amanda asked him to repeat. "Ina watch nananudis."
The call went out for the translator - "Gracie! C'mere and tell me what he wants, please."
"Ina watch nananudis." More raised eyebrows.
"I have no idea," Gracie said, grinning in amused bewilderment.
And then little Sarah, who had followed Gracie into the room, informs us in a tone of voice that suggests we're all retarded: "He wants to watch Milo and Otis."
Ah. Of course; how unintuitive of us.