jug-a-lug

We sat down to a breakfast of Dutch Babies and orange juice.

Clay asked why they're called Dutch Babies. I shrugged and Brandt answered, "Because it's baby meat."

Gross.

And disturbing.

They're also called Swedish pancakes, I believe. Or German. I'm not sure.

Brandt started talking about our past table. He said it was a floor table like the Chinese have. He remembered going and buying it with dad and then getting this one instead.

We have no idea what he was talking about, and we both just kind of stared at him.

Then we started discussing mugs & milk jugs.

Brandt prefers to drink from a mug and I prefer to drink from a glass. Brooklyn wanted to call the mugs "jugs" instead. I explained the difference between a mug and a jug.

Then, with her fork, she points to her non-existant ta-tas (as they're called around here) and says, "I call these jugs."

Clay and I start giggling and Clay asks, "Where did you hear that?"

"Nowhere. I made it up because they're so big."

I almost threw up, I was laughing so hard.

What is she talking about?!?!?!?!