At breakfast one day last week, Trevor asked for an "ife" so that he could cut his sausage. Daddy tried to correct him. He said, say "NNNNN-ife". Trevor said "MMMMM-ife."
Then last night, he was sitting in the kitchen while I was cutting things up for dinner. I was using a large knife. He said, "Oh, Mommy, that's a big ife."