Yesterday little man was playing one tiring game of Mario Baseball when he evidently worked up quite a thirst so he said in his best little Wendy Whiner from SNL voice:
"Mooooommmmyyyyy, caaaannnn yyyoooouuu ggggeeetttt meeee someeeeething to drrrrrink?"
"Like what?", I asked.
"WWWeeeelllll, how about a whaaaaattttt do theeeeeyyyy call it?"
"A what? What do they call a what?", I was not following it. All he drinks is OJ and water how did he not know those?
"Oh you knooooowwwww, that thing I drinkt (JG's version of drank) in Mexico."
"Orange pop? We don't have any orange pop."
"NNNNooooo, that other thing, you knooooowwwww let's see, aaaahhhhhaaaahhhhh. Oh yea. A Peanut Cornado."
"Never heard of it."
We then had a complete meltdown because mom couldn't make the quickfire translation of PEANUT CORNADO = PINA COLADA. The only thing that came to mind when he said Cornado was Cordoba, as in Chrysler Cordoba. Like the car my aunt drove in 1978 with this funky tapestry interior.
So at 9:34 a.m. my child wanted me to haul my cookies upstairs to make him a Pina Colada just like in Mexico with and umbrella and garnish.
Yeah, like that was going to happen.
He received a glass of water, which I served to him as "Windmill Punch". He took his punch, said thank you and I haven't heard about the Cornado since...
"Mooooommmmyyyyy, caaaannnn yyyoooouuu ggggeeetttt meeee someeeeething to drrrrrink?"
"Like what?", I asked.
"WWWeeeelllll, how about a whaaaaattttt do theeeeeyyyy call it?"
"A what? What do they call a what?", I was not following it. All he drinks is OJ and water how did he not know those?
"Oh you knooooowwwww, that thing I drinkt (JG's version of drank) in Mexico."
"Orange pop? We don't have any orange pop."
"NNNNooooo, that other thing, you knooooowwwww let's see, aaaahhhhhaaaahhhhh. Oh yea. A Peanut Cornado."
"Never heard of it."
We then had a complete meltdown because mom couldn't make the quickfire translation of PEANUT CORNADO = PINA COLADA. The only thing that came to mind when he said Cornado was Cordoba, as in Chrysler Cordoba. Like the car my aunt drove in 1978 with this funky tapestry interior.
So at 9:34 a.m. my child wanted me to haul my cookies upstairs to make him a Pina Colada just like in Mexico with and umbrella and garnish.
Yeah, like that was going to happen.
He received a glass of water, which I served to him as "Windmill Punch". He took his punch, said thank you and I haven't heard about the Cornado since...
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