he-who-should-not-be-named = the letter L
Harvey is sitting at the table. "I want a piece of mun." he declares.
"Mun?" I say.
"No mun."
"Mun?"
"No, MUN."
"Mun?"
"Mun."
We are getting nowhere. I have to change tactics.
"Is it something you eat?"
"Yes"
"Is it in the frigerator?"
"Yes."
I open the fridge hoping for miraculous insight. And there it is, in a tupperware on the top shelf.
"Oh! You want some mellon!"
"Yeah!" he says breaking into a thousand-watt smile.
It's been too long since we had mellon in the house, I guess. Thanks food stamps! Now can you get my child to say the letter L???