According to Sam they’re evie-isle.
We were eating the teeny tiny chocolate chip cookies we made the other day to keep Sam entertained during the long evening. I made them bitesize as a strategy in "no" avoidance…when he asked for a second one I could give him one without a concern that he’ll be so buzzed up on sugar we won’t be able to stand him. Ben couldn’t stop eating these minimorsals and said they were evil. I think I like Sam’s pronunciation better.
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