K: Momma, I love ‘rades. By the library.
Me, shaking away visions of vikings attacking the library front steps: K, what do you mean by ‘rades?
K: They give you candy, and a flag of your own to wave. I love ‘rades.
Me: Do you mean parades?
K: Yes, P’rades. I love rades. When can we go to the ‘seum?