Peach: (to me) Mom, can I use your banjo?
Me: what?! Do you mean my ukulele?
Peach: NO! Your BAN-JO!
Me: I don't have a banjo!
Peach: Well then what is Hazel wearing?
I look over at Hazel who had stolen my fuzzy sweater poncho.
Me: That's a poncho
Peach: A banjo?
Me: NO, a PON-CHO
Peach: A pon-jo?
Me: PON-CHO
Peach: Well can I wear your Bancho now? I'm cold.
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