Enzo comes down stairs. “Hey Zizza guess what the thing where the water comes for the hose is called…a spigot! Spigot spigot spigot!”
“You turned on the spigot when we were working on the fire pit and mama wasn’t looking.” Zizza answered him this time with a “wha?”
“The spigot,” said Enz
“Spicket?” Zizza wonders.
“Where the water for the hose comes from. Spigot.” He tells her
“Oh,” said Zizza. “OK,”
“Spigot!” shouts Enzo. “Let’s go look at the spigot!” and out he runs to the back yard to admire the lovely spigot.
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