Henry: “Baby, you are in major, major twouble. Major, major twouble!”
Me: “Why is the baby in trouble?”
“Because her eated a apple!”
“She has an apple?”
Note to my older offspring who tantalize your baby sister by leaving juicy apple quarters on the floor, which your mother has to take away from her as a choking hazard, even though the baby is very neatly biting off tiny chunks and gumming them: You are in major, major trouble.