those pesky tangerines

M: Mom, will you cut this tangerine for me? I tried using the apple slicer, but it just smushed everything up.
Me: Sure, dear. It's called a nectarine, though.
M: Oh, I know it's called a nectarine. The way I know it's a tangerine is because Jonah told me it's called a tangerine. I mean, nectarine!

M: The reason I just keep saying tangerine is because it just blurts out of my mouth and is easier to say than tangeri—... I mean, nectarine!

overheard this morning

Miriam (to Josh): Hola!
Josh: Hola! Como estas?
Miriam: Wow, you know a LOT of Spanish!