Funny ism

The other day while having lunch Peyton made the statement that she used to get out of her "trap bed". After asking her to repeat the story I finally asked "does Bristol sleep in a 'trap bed'?". She said yeah! Rob and I started laughing hysterically. We now know that a crib in Peyton's world is a "trap bed".

She also calls the color yellow the color of the sun. Makes sense, right? You would think. The problem is she says "that's red, that's white....that's the color of the sun". I think she thinks that's the name of yellow.