This afternoon I brought home a box of malted milk balls.
Older daughter: Oh, look! Wumpers!
Mommy: (giggles) Whoppers.
Younger daughter: Mommy! Can we have some Whompers?
Mommy: (laughing now) WHOPPERS.
Older daughter: (laughs too) Ok. Sorry, Mom! Can we have some Whuppers?
Sooner or later they're going to call them "Whimpers," which by that time will be an apt description, at least as far as their mother is concerned.