Hearing-Apparated

If you know me, even a little, you'll recall I have this, um, thing that happens pretty frequently, when I hear the right words wrong, or hear the wrong words right, or...whatever, it just happens a lot, okay?

Some examples are in order:

There was the Bagel of Doubt incident;

The Avril Lavigne "Promise me you've never gonna find your blanket" moment (all right, that was Mona's moment, but I take credit for Mona so I will take credit for the moment);

and the "Disappointment Only" moment.

Now has come this:

I am, on a late Tuesday afternoon somewhere in the recent past, in charge of three noisy tired children who are playing a noisy tired game of Harry Potter and the Omelet Afire upstairs and probably bringing their fake wands within centimeters of their precious eyes, but whatever.

I am tired too. I will deal with the eyes-poked-out issue if it becomes one.

So I am downstairs getting dinner when I hear my daughter shouting, in her best Harry Potter voice:

"It's Smelly Armpits! It's Smelly Armpits!"

Hmmmm.

I'll send a $10 gift certificate to Amazon.com to anyone who can decipher what she was really saying.

Ah, now you're reading, aren't you? Cheeky monkeys.