Rickstick

As Mommy was rushing to get ready for work, I was running around from room to room in the house. From the bedroom, I told Mommy, "Mommy, I put ________ on."

Of course, that's what she heard, and she just agreed and said, "Okay." (what she usually does when she doesn't understand me)

A few minutes later, she goes, "Chase, wait, what did you put on?! Come here please!" (with a sudden worry in her voice)

I run into the bathroom to tell her, "I put shtick on."

"What?!" Mom goes.

I lean in towards Mommy this time and say it slowly (just like a teacher)...."riiiiiick--shtiiiick."

"What? Show me," Mom says.

So she follows me into the bedroom and I take the chapstick off her desk, take the cover off, twist the bottom (although I needed a little help because it got stuck), and put it on my lips.

"Rickstick, Mom."

"Oh, okay. Very good, Chase. Now, put it back," Mom says.

(Coincidentally, Mommy learned a story this afternoon of a preschooler at her school who mimicked his Mommy by putting on lipstick while he was pretending to drive a car. Only thing is, he was using a blue marker to color his lips. Mommy hopes I don't do this one day.)