Reid asked if she could play with her “antenna-phone bus” on Saturday morning while I was making from-scratch oatmeal*. I had to go into the livingroom to see what she was talking about. Reid was standing at the bookshelf reaching for her remote-controlled school bus. I said, “Sure, you can play with your remote-controlled school bus.” Reid told me, in a confident tone, “That’s not what we call it.” Who is “we” I wonder?
I’ve also noticed that Reid still says “towel paper” instead of “paper towel”. I think that it matches “toilet paper”, which explains its persistence when most of her Reidisms are disappearing.