Harper has a t-shirt that says a bunch of positive things on it and I was reading it to her and one of the words was "Bold".
H - I'm not bold.
Me - Yes you are, you are not afraid to try new things or--
H - No Mama, I'm not bold!
Me - ??
H - I'm not bold, I have hair!
A few weeks later I'm at my desk, writing in my journal and she asked what I was doing, what this book was.
Me - It's my journal, my diary.
H - It's not a diary.
Me - what do you mean?
H - Diary is wet poop.
I about fell on the floor laughing so hard.
It was a good few months for learning about homonyms.