Abigail: "Look at all the hay-lows."
Me: "Haloes? Where?"
Abigail: (Points out into a farm next to our house.)
Me: "Oh. You mean Hay bales?"
Abigail: "Yeah. That's what I mean."
Abigail was trying to find a place on the refrigerator to hang one of the many pictures she colors each day. "Daddy," she said. "There isn't any more room on the fridge. I think it is time for you to buy a new refrigerator."