Digs: Mommy, when we build our new house, I want a ‘manure’.
Mona: A what?
Digs: A ‘manure’.
Mona: (I had no idea what my eight-year old son was talking about. But like everything else in life, I faked it.) You have a ‘manure’ every day. Little, round ones.
Digs: No, I want a big, big, house.
Mona: Oh, a ‘manor’ …
