Due to, among other things, a stomach flu, philosophical inquiry is at a minimum today. Miriam had a bright alternative.
Miriam: "Mummy, let's prway the Rosarwy."
Me: (rolling over on couch, trying not to be sick) "Ok."
Miriam: "The firwst Sorrwowful Mysterwy: The hitting with the thorns. The fruit of this mystery is liberty."
Interesting take on that one... But it sure cured the nausea for a moment.