The other day Relia asked me for a pretzel. I didn't think we had any. The FP Gal had fallen asleep on the couch with Felix (a common site in our house) so I couldn't check with her on our pretzel status. So I told Relia that we were out.
"No!" she insisted, "they're in the little refrigerator!"
We have 1) a normal refrigerator in our kitchen, 2) a large freezer in the basement and 3) a mini-fridge that the FP Gal took to work a couple of weeks ago. I didn't think that the mini one had come back home but stranger things have happened. So I asked her if she could show me.
She took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen. There she strained on her tiptoes . . . and opened up the freezer. Which she decided was 'the little refrigerator'.