This morning, I showed my 2.5 year old daughter Ash a pretty flower.
She said, "Pink".
I said, "That's right, it's pink but the middle is yellow".
"What middle?", she asked, poking the flower in the middle.
I said, "Well, this", point to her head, "is Ash's top".
"No", she said, pointing at her T-Shirt, "this is Ashey's top".
"And, this", I said pointing at her toes, "is Ashey's bottom".
"No", she said, "That Ashey's toes".
She pointed at her rear-end and said "This Ashey's bottom"
"No, that's Ashey's middle", I said. "Like the flower's middle".
"No, that Ashey's bottom".
I gave up. She was right and I was wrong.
