Me: Yes, baby?
Jake: I want cheese f-f... ...Cheese fuckers.
Me: (with a completely inappropriate, yet attempted-to-stifle giggle.) Excuse me? You want WHAT?
Jake: cheese fuckers, mommy. Please.
Me: you mean cheese FISH crackers? (a.k.a. goldfish crackers.)
Jake: yes! Cheese fish fuckers!
(my husband is laughing so hard at this point he is not producing sound.)
Me: (to my husband) Oh my God... My mom is gonna kill me...