Kati (perusing a cookbook): This looks good..."Fig and Honey Cream Gallette."
Bekah: I hate figs!
Me: How do you know, Bekah?
Bekah: Because. Fig-guh (pronouncing the “g” quite distinctly). I never did like “g”s very much.
Unwittingly, Kati and I snicker.
Bekah: Well, Gavin starts with “g” and that’s okay. And gift, and glitter. But a “g” at the end of a word—guh (again pronouncing distinctly)—I just don’t like.
(Who knew -guh- had a flavor?)