The dog blows

Strong winds have recently blown the back yard trampoline over. I point it out to three year old Emelia:

Me: Oh my, how do you think that happened?
Emelia: Doggie did it.
Me: Doggie is not strong enough, and doesn't have opposable thumbs. It was the wind.
Emelia: *stunned silence*

Tunip

Tom: You know what I'd like for dinner next time?
Dad: What?
Tom: Tunips.
Dad: What the hell is a tunip? Do you mean a turnip?
Tom: Yeah, a turnip.

Moldy cheese

Tom: What's the stuff in blue cheese? Is it blueberries?
Dad: Actually, it's mold.
Tom: Mold?!