Father

So, today I had a funny conversation with Noah and Samuel.

I was in the kitchen making dinner and putting away groceries (that were bought yesterday... yes that's how I roll these days...). When I was putting away the Bisquick, Samuel asked for pancakes. I told him that we'd maybe have pancakes tomorrow, but that is was up to their father (Chuck is in charge of breakfast around here).

Then, I realized that we don't use the word, "father" and I wondered if they knew what it meant. So I said, "Who's your father?"

And without any hesitation both boys said, "Nemo."

I asked later on and got the same answer.

Ha-larious.