Scene: Maia's hockey tournament
Setup: I'm dressing Maia and giving her a pep talk.
Me: You ready to play?
Me: Yeah, you are! Whose puck is it?
Me: Whose puck is it?
Maia stares at me, perplexed, then shrugs, completely at a loss.
Me: It's your puck, Maia.
Maia: No it's not! I dident bwing it!
Me: No, Maia, I mean, when you're on the ice, whose puck is it?
Maia: I dunno.
Me: It's your puck!
Maia: Unless da wef needs to pick it up.
Me: Well --
Maia: And when someone else on my team has it, den it's not my puck.
Maia: And when the other team has it, it's not my puck den either.
Me: Well, you pretend that it is, and then you go get it! Because you don't want someone else to have your puck!
Maia: Unless I'm on da bench. Den someone else has it.
Me: Um, yeah, but --
Maia: Can I have some cocoa when I'm done?