First we built a pigpen out of rocks. Then we built a pigpen out of flowers.
Sarita: It's a fancy pigpen.
Me (with a grin): Fancy pigpen is an oxymoron. Sarita can you say oxymoron?
Sarita: Oxymoron.
Later that evening
Me: Sarita, tell Dadhi what we made with the flowers outside.
Sarita: A fancy pigpen.
Me: And what is a fancy pigpen?
Sarita (matter of factly): An oxymoron.
Sarita is more interested in posing or watching videos of herself. Thus, my efforts to record her newfound vocabulary word failed, but this video still cracks me up.
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