Grace-isms and Isabelle-isms

We are in the midst of the winter doll drums here. Although I can't complain since we have had a very mild winter here in the Midwest. I don't think we've seen nary a snow day around these parts! So if you're wondering where we've been. We are here. But I'm not feeling much inspired right now! While dreaming of warmer sunnier days, we were chatting about where we'd like to go. I was in the car with my well traveled children and the following conversation happened:

Mommy: Isabelle, would you like to stop somewhere for vacation on our way to India next time? Maybe London or Italy or Turkey?
Isabelle: Yes! Turkey. Definatley Turkey
Grace:.....Fitaly! I want to go to Fitaly
Mommy: Sounds good. I'd like to go to Greece. Doesn't that sound like fun?
Isabelle: Not Fitally or Greece. Chicken. I want to go to Chicken.
Mommy: *chuckle* You mean Turkey, right?
Isabelle: Chicken. You said we could to go Chicken
Mommy: I'm pretty sure I said Turkey.