I Need A Bigger Vocabulary

It's getting hard to talk around here. Gone are the days where I can lovingly gaze at my husband and say, "Hey Hon, how about we get some I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M after the K-I-D-S go to B-E-D.

No longer can I tell him where the C-O-O-K-I-E-S are, or where I hid the C-A-N-D-Y stash.

Tonight, ALL Sonic Drive-Ins are offering free Root Beer Floats to their customers from 8:00 pm until Midnight. Don't blame me if I didn't post this earlier enough, it's only 9:07 for you east coast folks, so you have over two hours to go and hook yourself up. It's not my fault you don't check my blog for updates every 10 minutes. :)

Speaking of updates, my Feed doesn't seem to be updating as frequently as it should. Weird.

But I digress. The problem in The Castle is that our little ones have developed vocabularies that are almost as big as ours.

So now, in order to plan a trip to Ye Old Sonic, I must now confer with my husband in a way that might sound something like this:

Hey! During the hour which is normally reserved for bedtime,
there's a place where vehicles frequently enter and exit known by the
name of Sonic that is offering at NO cost a certain something
that is beer but not with another frozen substance that would float within.

It's not that they (particularly The Princess) couldn't figure out what I'm trying to say, but hopefully it's garbled enough that they'll get lost somewhere in the middle and not really know what I'm trying to say.

Capiche?