Pimpin' aint easy

Last night we all went to the store and we took Craig's car. Lily knows that he keeps a tin of Altoids in the center console in the front seat. As soon as we pull out of the driveway, she says "I want sumpin' in there", pointing at the console.

I say "Lily do you want a mint?"

She says "Yes, a pimp."

Of course Craig and I start to laugh. As I'm getting her a mint, I tell her it's "mint" and have her say it back to me a few times. Mint. Mint? Mint. Good.

About a minute later she says "Please I have another pimp?"

"Honey, it's a 'mint'."

"A pimp?"

"No...(laughing but trying to hide it).. mint. Say mint."

"Pimp?"

(more giggles) "Mint, sweetie. Try again."

"A mint?"

"Yes that's it. You can have another mint on the way home from the store."

"On the way home from the store? Then I have another pimp?"

I can just see it now. She'll be at day care telling them how momma got her a pimp. Hello, child services!