The husband loves couscous. I don't particularly, but it is spectacular in that it cooks in practically no time at all and makes weeknight dinners super easy. (Clean up used to be ugly, but Brucie the Dog hoovers up most of what the boys spill now.) We use it as a side or on top of salads (the boys get all couscous, no lettuce -- god forbid they eat a leafy green) or as the base of stirfry-ish dinners.
Even better: The Lad calls it HOOScoos.
Tonight, he said, "The HOOScoos has sprinkles!"
The kind we buy is different colored. But it sounds to me like something you might hear shouted at strip joint.
Other things that fall into this category:
WHERE ARE MY PANTS!?
Will you help me take my pants off?
I licked you. I'm a pretty dog.
Lick me please.
I had a licking incident. It was AriNana and me. We was both doing it.
I'm going to take your underwear off.
Is that your butt?
BUTTER BUTT! I call you Butter Butt.