At school pickup yesterday:
SEAMUS: Mom, did you bwing me a snack?
MOMMY: Yep. Here’s some pretzels.
SEAMUS: Did you bwing me a tweat?
MOMMY: I just said yes! Pretzels. Here.
Seamus regards them, warily.
SEAMUS: Mommy. Pretzels are not tweats. They’re SNACKS.
MOMMY: What’s the difference?
SEAMUS: Well. A tweat? Is somefing you love to eat. A snack? Is somefing you WIKE to eat. But not SO much.
Actually, I totally get it.