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.
5 comments:
No matter how you say the word, Whimpers are mighty good eatin'.
I once spilled 25 pounds of them in the floor of my car.
Ate 'em anyway.
Are these things what we used to call "Milk Duds?" I think so. I'd like to hear the girls have a go at that one.
Mmmm . . . Whoppers! Haven't had any in ages. Brings back memories . . .
Connie, they are chocolate covered malt balls, a little different from Milk Duds, which are chewy caramel that's chocolate covered.
Beth
This made me laugh out loud!
Very funny, thank you
Barbara
Great Scott!--I remember. I helped you eat them. :) Ah for the days of dumpster diving and free eats. :)
Connie--I tremble to think what they might make out of the name "Milk Duds!"
Beth--They sit on the shelf at your local Stuff-Mart and call your name. "Beeeeth! Beeeeth! Buuuy uss!" ;)
Barbara--I'm honored by your comment! So nice to "see" you at QL. (Am enjoying your blog, as I have been since Connie wrote about it on Dawsonwood.) Glad to have amused you. :)
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