Flawg

Eva and I were coloring just now, and I walked away to blog our conversation before I forget..

Eva: Mom, is this flawg?
Me: Where?
Eva: Here. [see picture below] I call it flawg.  Actually it's fog.
Me: Oh.  OK, yeah.  I can kinda see that.
Eva: Mom, I love ya, but I don't love ya.
Me: Yep.
Eva: But Mom? I do love ya.  And I love flawg.

"Flawg" on a balloon...