My older kids don't provide me with much entertainment in this area anymore, but luckily I've got a four year old who is still going strong.
She calls spaghetti... scabetti.
She calls nail polish... pail nolish.
Mashed potatoes? Smashed potatoes.
Recently she gave me another to add to the list.
First, a little back ground info. I know how you love background info.
She LOVES juice. Orange juice especially. She would drink it all day every day if I let her, so we had to make a rule that juice is for breakfast ONLY. Then it's water, water, water.
Fun.
There is another exception to the rule though. I'll try to explain this without being too graphic. When the kids get... uhhh... backed up (I hope you know what I mean here), I bring out the prune juice. Most kids hate that stuff. Lena the juice lover, likes it just fine and dandy.
She knows what this juice is for, and she is good about obeying the rules, so the other day when she was having bathroom troubles, she looks at me desperately and says:
"Mommy... I'm going to need porn juice."
Me: "What???"
Lena: "Porn juice, mommy. I need some porn juice!"
All I can think is she got the word orange mixed up with prune, and the result was shocking... but funny. One of these days I'm really going to have to correct that one, but only after a few more laughs.
The innocent girl and her porn juice.