We were cleaning out the garage today, and the kids wanted to hang out, so Bob took several of the larger boxes we were going to break down and built the kids a fort. They loved it. Eleanor in particular also loved the cut-out from a round window Bob cut in one wall for her. 

She picked it up, announced, “look at my circular throwing disc!” And proceeded to use that phrase so much, we thought she was trolling us. 

“I’m going to throw my circular throwing disc! I threw it! I threw my circular throwing disc! Did you see where it went? Where did my circular throwing disc go? Mom, did you see where my circular throwing disc went? Oh! I found it! I found my circular throwing disc!”

They’re still called frisbees, right?