I have a bad habit of putting my feet up on the coffee table. Phineas calls my suspended legs a "bridge" and loves to clamber up for a bouncing ride, or crawl underneath on his hands and knees. Some afternoons, he becomes obsessed and I field near-constant requests:

"Will you be my bridge?"
"Mommy! Put your legs up like a bridge!"
 "You're a bridge!!!" <ecstatic, angelic grin>

Thing is, Phinny doesn't say the letter R. It is totally silent.

Sometimes, he goes up to people we don't really know and says, "my Mom is a bridge."