One of the conversations that occurred on our way home from CA a couple of weeks ago.
Kids: Mom can we stop at chum bucket on the way home to eat?
Spencer and I: HUH???
Kids: Yeah, you know..... the place that we had chicken and dumplings at on the way over.
Spencer and I: You think that place is called Chum Bucket?
Kids: Yeah.
Spencer and I: So.... do you know what a chum bucket is?
Kids: No, what is it?
Spencer and I: It's the bucket that fishermen use to store there bloody chopped up rotting fish in. So they can throw it in the ocean to try to catch sharks.
Kids: EWW that's gross. So can we go to Chum Bucket?
Spencer and I: It's called Cracker Barrel, not Chum Bucket.
Kids: So can we go?
Spencer and I: (looking at each other with look of baffle on our faces) I guess.
Needless to say they continued to call it Chum bucket several times after this conversation. Where do these kids come up with this stuff?
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