Zoë: Listen, Dad, I can swing my apples. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

Me: “Swing your apples?”

Zoë: Yeah, I can swing my apples. Listen. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

Me: Do you mean “roll your Rs?”

Zoë: Yeah. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…