guinea pig

While visiting my sister the other day, Brick needed a drink. Since she's such a hostess, my sister offered up one of our own family heirlooms. The BELOVED bunny cup. This cup was an essential part of my childhood, I can't remember a time without it. Alas, apparently this cup was purchased FOR my sister and not for me, so I didn't get it when the family heirlooms were divided up. I am trying not to be bitter.

After a few minutes of drinking out of the BELOVED bunny cup, we had the following conversation:

Brick: "Dis cup is bodering me."

Me: "What?"

Brick: "I don't wike dwinking out of a guinea pig cup."

Me: speechless.

Me: "That's not a guinea pig, it's a bunny."

Brick:"No, it's not. I know it's a guinea pig, because guinea pigs have 2 teeth."

Me: "where do you learn these things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Well now that I know it's a guinea pig cup, I guess I can quit being bitter.