When we were a the Hardys' last week Kim showed me her newest yard sale finds--four tall chairs. She wanted to use them as barstools but wasn't sure they'd work. Harrison exclaimed, "Pupite chairs! They have pupite chairs! Pupite!" As you can imagine I was horribly confused.
"Like ours, Mom. Our new tall table Dad bought from that guy? We have tall chairs like these."
Of course it made perfect sense then: PUB HEIGHT. We just bought a pub-height kitchen table and chairs off of craigslist. And yes, Kim's chairs were the same size.
There's something about that fake word that makes it run through my head when I'm not thinking of anything else.
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| "Pupite! Pupite!" |
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