while you can still get away with it . . .

at bedtime tonight, benny and i were reading a Winnie the Pooh Book about Friendship Day. 
i asked benny if he had a best friend. 
he sweetly responded, "i be your brest friend, momma."
normally, i might have not noticed the extra consonant thrown into this word. 
except, at that particular moment, he was unknowingly copping a feel.