"Mama, please can you buy me a sexybom?"
"Mama, will you buy me a sexybom, please?"
"Mama, I'm a good girl - can I have a sexybom, please?"
And so I went for almost an entire week, every afternoon, I'd be asking mama for one.
Sob... mama did not seem to be able to figure out what on earth a "sexybom" was.
Thank goodness Mummy came to my rescue - with her professionally-honed child interrogation technique. The adults finally figured out what I wanted - no prizes for guessing - as I told Mummy - "It's a musical instrument, Mummy. Oh, and I want a trumpet too!" :)
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