We got my son a Mother Goose talking cassette player for Christmas (back in the day).  It was pretty cool, it would move and the cassettes would play from inside Mother Goose like she was reading the story.  Anyway, a couple days after Christmas…

Son: “Mom, I want joooze.”

Me: “Joooze?  Do you want to put on your shoes?”

Son: “No, joooze.”

Me: (clearly understanding) “Ohhh, you want me to get Mother Goose.”

Son: “NO!  Mom I want JOOOZE!  You know, in the jigerater.”

Submitted by: Esther