We were looking at my daughter’s plant book, the first page of which shows lots and lots of different plants and flowers and insects. She can spend hours just talking about this one page.
‘What’s this flower called mummy?’
‘I think it’s a foxglove.’
With her head inquisitively tilted to one side (that’s how I usually know it’ll be a great question):
‘Foxglove? Or maybe doggie coat?’