Little girlie announced out of the blue the other day: "Mommy, I have weasel eyes."
"Oh, do you?" (I'm used to this kind of comment coming from Derrick, my seven-year-old. He has hawk eyes, and is half dog, half cheetah, and half eagle. He also has little understanding of fractions!)
"Yes. I have big weasel eyes." Then the conversation disintegrated into an argument between the two children over whose eyes were better.
Weasel -- hazel. Yeah, they do sound alike.
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