I told Sydney that we have some dirty rice at home and that we would make that for supper. He looked worried, but I assured him that it isn't REALLY dirty and that he would like it.
He helped make it.
Then, at the dinner table, he asked "Dis acky rice?" (This icky rice?)
I laughed. "Not acky, buddy... it's called dirty rice."
"Not acky?"
"Not acky. Try it."
"Mmmm, good dirty rice."
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