Wicky Woons!

Chris and I have this way of encouraging Andy to call things by their incorrect name.  Whenever he refers to something improperly, and it's funny, we just go along with it and kind of egg him on.  For instance, Andy calls his teddy bear his buddy bear.  We heard him asking for his little buddy bear once, and we thought it was so adorable that now we don't have teddy bears in this house, only buddy bears.  We call  pancakes "cancakes."  Lotion is "rub rub," and now Andy's even got me calling Alex "Ollis," which is how Andy has taken to pronouncing it.

The biggest thing, though, is crab rangoon.  Whenever we order Chinese food, we order crab rangoon- or, as we now all call it, wicky woons.  The first time Andy tried to pronounce crab rangoon, it came out more like Rob Maldoon, which sounds like a good name for, say, your tax accountant.  Well, Rob Maldoon morphed into Robby Maldoon, and before you know it, Robby Maldoon became wicky woon, and now everyone here- including Ollis- thinks of those deep fried wonton delights as wicky woons.

This is a wicky woon.

Yesterday, we ordered our Chinese, and not once did Chris, Andy, or myself refer to crab rangoons as anything but wicky woons.  It's not even like we're trying to be funny anymore- it's just what they're now called.  "Andy want wicky woons!" Andy kept saying.  I offered wicky woons all around the table, ate about three wicky woons myself, and Chris commented on how good the wicky woon sauce was.  And I got to thinking- we're not doing our kids any favors.  One day, Ollis and Andy (Annie, as he calls himself) will be out for Chinese food after some baseball game and they will place an order for wicky woons, thus stumping everyone at the restaurant.  And that will be our faults as parents, yet another thing that we failed at simply because we thought it was funny.

But somebody at that Chinese restaurant probably *will* laugh after they figure out what the hell Ollis and Annie are talking about.  So- yep, totally worth it.