My children are going to run a restaurant some day. Whenever we go out to eat, as soon as we sit down, they start taking our orders for their own imaginary establishment. Tonight my son was filling me in on the menu he was offering:
"Tonight we have Cwab and Hot Dogs. But be careful because the hot dogs are hot."
I don't know how it started, but he thinks shrimp is crab and since I melt every time he says "Cwab", I just don't have the heart to tell him the truth.