I Li*ked It

Last night for dinner we had Hawaiian chicken salad with cheese crisps. It's one of my favorite chicken salad recipes and always a hit with my children. I thought for sure my sister's kids who are staying with us would like it too. Just in case though, we had cheese crisps with it. Emma finished her chicken salad and was full and didn't want her cheese crisp. She'd only taken one bite from it, so Chris said to give it to him. Here's the conversation from there...

Chris: Yum, this has some of the chicken salad sauce on it.

Emma: Yeah, I li*ked it.

Chris: It's yummy huh.

Me: Emma, did you say licked, or liked?

Emma: Licked.

Chris: Oh, I thought you said liked.

Emma: No, I licked it.

That's right, she licked the chicken salad sauce off the cheese crisp before handing it over to Daddy. By now, Chris had already eaten 3/4 of the cheese crisp. Oh well.

He's still asking if we can get a wooshoo.

You want a what?

Derrick: Mom, can we get a dog?
Me: No sweetie, we can't get a dog right now.
Derrick: Well, can we get a wooshoo?
Me: A what?
Derrick: A wooshoo.
Me: What? I don't understand what you're saying.
Derrick: A woooooshooooo.
Me: Uhhh...what's a wooshoo?
Derrick: You know, it's kind of a dragon puppy and it spits fire.
Me: A dragon puppy?
Derrick: Yeah, it spits fire. So can we get one?
Me: Uhhh....
Derrick: We'll have to train it to not kill the cats.
Me: Uhhh....

From here the conversation between Emma and Derrick went on for quite some time about how to train it to not cook the cats and they could take it around and find things for it to burn up. Apparently since I said no to the dog, Derrick thought I might be open to the idea of a wooshoo. A few minutes later, he again asks, "so, can we get one?"