Jeffrey comes into the bedroom where I’m getting Eric into his jammies. He is saying a word I cannot make out, and he keeps trying to communicate his idea, and is getting frustrated that I don’t understand. The word sounds like “chrussis” or “krissys”.
“What is the word about?” I ask, trying to help him along.
He looks exasperated and throws his arms out in cute annoyance “Mom! You know! It’s where a butterfly lives before it changes it’s outfit!”