I gave Reid a piece of apple pie for breakfast on Tuesday.

I had baked an apple pie on Sunday evening. By the time we’d eaten supper on Monday after gymnastics, it was 7:00 and time for Reid to go to bed. She deserved her share, I thought. I may have also thought about how I prefer to eat apple pie when it is fresh and I definitely joined her in eating pie. We had it with vanilla yogurt and also a glass of milk. I’m not entirely unaware of healthful eating, you know.

As she drank the milk, Reid asked me if she had a “milkstache”. She did have a “milkstache”, I acknowledged and filed this away as a Reid-ism that was better than the existing word. Some neologisms fill a void in the English language and this one works for me.