Gold Teeth

Thursday when I picked up the boys from summer school, their teacher told me of this conversation she had with Spencer:

Spencer: When I grow up I want to be a daddy.
Ms. Teresa: Oh?
Spencer: And have gold teeth.
Ms. Teresa: Gold teeth?
Spencer: Gold teeth.
Ms. Teresa: Gold teeth? (Really confused.)
Spencer (slower): a GO-TEE!
Ms. Teresa: Ohhhhh, a gotee.

A gotee, just like Daddy’s.