Percy's in the kitchen
It all began one day when I was making my stew. Percy had to be about three at the time. I was peeling potatoes when Percy pointed to a couple of onions. He said "Appoh?" meaning apple.
"No. It's not an apple, Perce. It's an onion."
"I want appoh."
"But it's not an apple. How about I get you one from the pantry?" I said trying to change his mind.
"I want appoh!" he said starting to cry.
"But Perce..."
"Appoh!" he demanded.
"Ok..." I said realizing that I couldn't win.
So I then removed the onion peelings and handed it to him. He didn't hesitate when he took a HUGE bite from it. His little eyes began to well with tears and he spat out the onion. He then cried out, "NOT AN APPOH!" and then promptly burst into tears. The poor dear. They never do get it. At least I can safely say he has never confused an apple with an onion again. After calming down his tears I went and fetched him an apple and handed it to him while kissing his cheek.
"Thank you, Mummy," he said and ran off to go play somewhere.