Out of the mouths of babes

"I like fwinkoes on my tortillas," said Mita.  (She meant sprinkles.)

Mamá:  ¡Ese papá, ese papá!
G:  Sí, ese papá es muy...
A very intrigued mamá:  ¿Cómo?
G:  ...distinguido.
(That wasn't what I was going for, but G's answer is better.)

Mita, upon seeing papá's new jeans, said so sincerely:  Those are very, very cute.

Every morning, during school, we spend some time singing.  Recently, I introduced "Oh When the Saints."  I initially explained the meaning; however a few days later I asked the kids to where the Saints march, and G, with no hesitation, excitedly replied, "Sendiks!"  Oh man.