Just before Mothers’ Day I was reading a book about moms to to a three-year-old boy. All of the mothers in the book were animals taking care of their young. One page had owls, skunks and raccoons on it, and I said that all those animals were nocturnal, they are awake at night.
Boy: I’m ‘turnal.”
Me (mystified): “Do you mean you’re ‘nocturnal?'”
Boy: “No, I’m ‘turnal.’ I go to bed at night!”