Overheard...

Jake: Mommy?

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...