So, we went out to see a friend from London on our first day in the US. She introduced us to her brother and sister-in-law. Great folks, great time. But, our 3 year old did watch "Chicken Little" while there.
Not a big deal, except that I've never seen it, and our little boy is who he is.
So, this morning he asks me who Chicken Little's friend is - the pig. First, I try to cover, "Hamm" I say. "No, daddy, that's the pig from toy story." So, then I just make it up (he's 3, for Pete's sake) - and I say "Oinker". So, as he's pretending to be Chicken Little he starts calling me Oinker. To the point that he's shouting it out on the playground.
Except when he says it, it sounds like "Wanker".
So, I'm suddenly glad to be in America where no one knows what that means.
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