What you hear…

…is not necessarily what he said.

“I got a Kwissmass twee!” Noah looks up at Emma, his blue eyes wide and sincere. (Noah is king of Sweetly Sincere.)

“You’ve got a Kwissmass twee?” Emma echoes. Noah frowns.

“No. I got a Kuh-WWWWWWIssmass tuh-WWWWWWWee.”

“Oooooh.” Emma has too much fun with this. She’s going to make a kick-ass mother some day. (Or maybe that’s not a good adjective, in the context?) “You’ve got a Chrrrrrristmas trrrrrree.”

“Dat’s wite.”