Why Do They Have To Call It That?

Missy: "Uuuuuhhh.....this?"

C: "That's squash".

Miss: "...no? THIS?" 

C: "Yes, Missy.  It's for dinner! You like it!  SQUASH. "

Miss: "S'kaash?"

C: "Yes! *Try it*".  

Miss (looking very dubious): "Um. Um...ok.  OK!"

She scoops up two fistfulls of soft, orange vegetable matter.  Raises them above Her head.  Flexes Her muscles.  And yells. 

"S'KAAAAAAAASSSSHHH!"

While squeezing as hard as She can.  Orange goo oozing between pudgy fingers and glopping down into Her hair. 

She looked very proud. 

An the shocked moments of silence before ubiquitous laughter erupted,

LO: "Squash.  Squash.  Mommy, I think it's time to teach Missy 'bout homonyms."