Sunday morning in our kitchen:
Me: Ok, are you ready to go to the Waffle place?
Charlie: Yes! I love waffles!
Me: Charlie, do you know how to say 'waffles' in Spanish?
Charlie: Wafflehs! (waff-lays)
Me: Really? That doesn't sound right. Let me Google it. (what did we do before smartphones and the internet?!)
:: checks google - sees 'wafflehs' - grumbles that can't be right. waff-lays? what the hell kind of spanglish is this? checks more google links ::
Me: Ok, Charlie, it looks like you can say 'wafflehs,' but there's also another real word for it - 'gofres'
Charlie: No, mom, it's 'waflehs.' You're WHACK!
Me: Did you just call me 'whack?!'
Charlie: Yeah, like in the Jumping song. Wiggity whack!
Maybe it's time to reevaluate the MP3s we've loaded onto his radio.
Bonus 90s points if you can name the song: And everything is the back with a little slack, cause inside-out is wiggity wiggity wiggity whack!