Me: Gray, I like your new nail polish.
Gray: It’s farkly. (At two and a half years old, ‘sp‘ still sounds like ‘f‘.)
Me: It’s what?
Gray: Farkly, Daddy!
Me: It farkles?
Gray: No, it farkles!
Me: Farcles.
Gray: No Daddy! Farcles!
Me: Oh! It’s sparkly and it sparkles.
Gray: Yep! It’s farkly, farkly, farkly.