Angus understands - vaguely - that bees make honey and that honey comes from flowers ("The bees are sniffing up the honey, Mummy.") One of the flowers we see most frequently where we live is buttercups; they grow in the garden, all over the school playing field, in the grass verges and along the footpaths on our walk to school.
We often stop and pick some. "Look, honeycups!" says Angus. "They're called buttercups, Angus, butter-cups," I tell him, over and over. "Yes. Honeycups." he says, looking at me as if to say...that's what I said. I wonder why I am insisting on correcting him, and drop it.
So now we call them honeycups. I can't remember most of Angus's first words - although I'm sure they are all recorded in his baby book - but I want to always be able to remember that at four years old Angus called buttercups honeycups.