I was reading my paper and was not consciously listening to Ella chatting away to her toy animals until I heard her say:
Ella – And now you have to go to gaol, puppy dog!
Me – Did you just say: “Go to gaol”?
Ella – Yeah, the puppy dog has to go to gaol.
Me – Why does he have to go to gaol?
Ella – Because he can’t talk.
Me – Err… do you know what gaol is?
Ella – No.
Me – Gaol is where you have to go if you’ve done something very, very naughty.
Ella – The puppy dog has done something very, very naughty.
Me – Oh yeah? What did he do?
Ella – He was hitting people.
Me – Oh ok. Fair enough. Because gaol is like the naughty corner for grown-ups.
Ella – The puppy dog is a grown-up.