Tonight Ella and I took Zoey and Zed to a Chinese buffet. Ella was going up to get Zoey's food when Zoey said, "Mommy, I want some finger chingers."
We were both puzzled.
"Chicken fingers?" I asked.
"Finger chingers!" she told us.
"What do you want?" Ella asked.
"Finger chingers!" Zoey was beginning to get frustrated with her parents' lack of English comprehension.
Not knowing what to do, Ella finally said, "Honey, what are finger chingers?"
Finally, Zoey pointed to a lady at the table across from us, eating her meal with chopsticks. "Finger chingers!" she shouted.
Does anyone feel her use of the phrase finger chingers for chopsticks sounds vaguely racist? Me too.
In other food-related news, on Friday, Zoey was eating a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. Of course, this was only after a fifteen-minute tantrum because I told her we were out of Lunchables. Anyway, she held up a small piece of the sandwich and proclaimed, "Daddy, this looks like a saxophone!" Of course, it looked nothing like a saxophone, but I agreed and praised her nonetheless. But then I thought, should I put it on Ebay? Surely some idiot would buy it. Or maybe just cut out the middleman and proposition Golden Palace? Unfortunately, she had eaten it before I figured out a way to make some quick cash from her overactive imagination.
Honey, What Are Finger Chingers?
