The other day, Jen and I took the boys to the playground. As we were getting ready to leave, we asked Liam what he wanted to have for lunch. The reply:
"Haggis and nudes."
He's only 3 years old, and that's how he pronounces "hot dogs and noodles."
I thought, if anybody had overheard our conversation, they'd think we were a family of Scottish pornographers. Either that or a troupe of bizarre performance artists.
This incident reminded me of the time a few months ago when we were all in the car and drove past an establishment that advertised itself as a "100% Naked Juice Bar." I said, "Hey, Liam! Do you want to go to a naked juice bar?"
He answered, "YEEEAAAHHHH!" with the most emphatic nodding and flapping of arms I've ever seen from him. I guess if a three-year-old has any real concept of "naked juice bar" at all, he must visualize it as a sort of day care center where the kids all run around sans diapers, with sippy-cups in hand.
Hey, if they served haggis, Liam would be all over that.