Today I experienced a “wapple.” A wapple, according to my 4-year-old daughter, is when you go to the park and play with someone you’ve never met before. “I love wapples mum,” she said after I’d coaxed her off the swing with the promise of an icy pole. “Yes, I love wapples too.
They’re the best. Now, orange or lemonade flavor?” She amazes me sometimes. Not only had she made up the word, she’d also been confident enough to fulfill its sentiment.