Out of the mouths of babes or 11 yr old boys

This story comes to you compliments of Charlie who for those of you who are luck enough to be on the receiving end of our yearly Holiday letter know he is a fabulous writer.

 

A few days ago, this was the conversation in our car.  In back seat of the car are Vinny (female, age 8) and Mitchell (male, age 11).  In front are Patrick (male, age 15) and Dad (male, age old enough):

MITCHELL: Hey, Dad; you remember that movie, "Penised"?  Can we rent it?  I want to see "Penised".

Silence all 'round.  A rear view mirror check shows a face devoid of guile and trickery.  Patrick and I exchange a look.  Mine conveys, "Were you two talking?"  His communicates, "I swear that we never talked about this!  Really, Dad, on the bible!!!"  OK.

DAD:  What was that movie again, Mitch?  It doesn't sound familiar.
MITCHELL: "Penised."  Remember?  The one about the guy who plays the piano?  Can we rent it?

My wife had a similar experience with our daughter, Vinny, several years ago when Vinny was about 4 or 5.  Her name is really Vincenza, but no one can pronounce it; so, Vinny it is.  Anyhow, Mom and Vinny were standing at the checkout counter in a department store, probably in the girls' department.  There were lots of other moms around, and Vinny's Mom is allowing her to buy a very desirable stuffed unicorn:

VINNY:  Mom?  I can't think of a name for her.  What do you think I should call her?
MOM: <no answer because she is busy paying, but the other moms are all smiling.>
VINNY:  I think I'll call her "Horny".

Luckily, she wasn't buying a toy piano.

Charlie