More from this week.
Setting: Samantha (5yo) and I are at Chick-Fil-A, walking through the parking lot to go inside and eat. A teenager drives by, windows down, bass pumping.
Samantha: Funny music! What's that called?
Samantha: RAT?!? That's silly!
Me: No no, not "rat". Rap... with a "p" on the end.
60 seconds later we're standing in line to order food:
Samantha: Look, daddy! Pictures of tacos!
Me: Those aren't tacos. They're wraps.
Samantha (strongly): No they're not! Rap is funny music, not tacos!
Me: It's a homophone... nevermind. They're different words, sugar. This kind of wrap starts with a "W".
Samantha (stares at daddy): ...
I think she thinks I'm messing with her on purpose.
And Jack got a new Lightning McQueen car today that has his tongue sticking out. Jack insists on calling him "Suck McQueen". He's been saying it all afternoon.