For some reason there was a clothespin on the table tonight at dinner. Jet picked it up and was fooling around with it.
He held it up to me and asked, “What is this?”
I said, “It’s a clothespin.”
He squeezed it so that it opened, and said, “No, it’s an open pin!”
(Say it out loud a few times — you’ll catch on.)
I couldn’t make this stuff up! Tee-hee!