Once upon a time, Natalie, then three years old, mistook the word "foggy" for "soggy" and declaring one particularly low-cloud day a "soggy day." (You can read that post here.)
We have progressed: Natalie, now six years old, peered out the window at our foggy morning and declared, "Look at the blur. It's a blurry day."
We'll get there, foggy. We'll get there.
a misty, moisty morning