My young son watching me fix the baby's bottle of formula:
Son, looking puzzled: What's that?
Me: Formula
Son, brightening: For ME la?
Me: No. Form U la.
Son hopefully: For ME la?
Me: No. Form U la.
I forget how long this went on, but I'm sure I let it go on and on because it was so funny.
I was in the kitchen and asked someone to close the window above the sink, because, "There's a draft coming in". My three year old daughter literally climbed up me and clung to my neck crying hysterically because she thought I said 'graiffe', not 'draft'.