Bill and I have been together for 32 years. Every single day he makes me laugh.
Today I was taking a shower when he opened the bathroom door and asked, "Are you saving tooters?"
I don't know what you're talking about. I'll be out in a minute."
"Are you saving DIRTERS?" he shouted.
"Oh! Yes, for the boys. Save all the dirters you can."
When their mama was two, we used to babysit her often. She begged us for our dirter. We had no idea what she wanted. She cried and cried. We asked her to show us.
Ashley went to the pantry, rummaged through the trash can, pulled out an empty paper towel tube, put it to her mouth, and pretended it was a horn, "Dirter dir-dir-dir-dirt-dir-dirt! A dirter, see?"
Yes, Bill, save the dirters and tooters.
We had friends visiting from Boston once, and when they heard my daughter tell Ashley to go WARSH her hands, they couldnt believe it. They omitted their "R's and St. Louisans added them.
For the record, after I showered and WASHED, I hooked five tooters together. Won't Alex and Charlie be excited? I suspect they'll call them light sabers.
Any unusual vernacular in your neck of the woods?