Perfect Timing?

A few nights ago, Sara marched into the kitchen declaring, "First one to score is the winner!" She was referring to the football game on television in the living room, and was speaking loudly, with an exaggerated southern accent - which made 'winner' sound like 'wiener'. And saying wiener over and over in a loud voice is pretty fun, in case you haven't tried it.
"The wiener, eh?" I asked.
"Yeah, the wiener! Wiener!" she confirmed.
"Wiener!" I elaborated.
While we had this 'conversation,' Miette wandered into the kitchen and, looking up at both of us, started vigorously pointing down to the floor/her crotch with her index finger.

Of course it was totally a coincidence, but it shocked us enough to stop saying wiener and start laughing.


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