Hank: Mama, I feel a little hungry in my belly.
Me: Well, it is time for lanche (afternoon snack).
Hank: I would like a little something, please.
Me: Do you have anything in particular in mind?
Hank: Hum (pause) Can I have a torrada (toast) with Pennsylvania?
Me: (roaring with laughter)
Hank: (facepalm) I have no idea how I said that! What was I thinking? I don’t even know how that happened!
Me: (chuckling) Made perfect sense to me! You want a toast with Philadelphia Cream Cheese.
Hank: Why would I say Pennsylvania?
Hank: Philadelphia is in Pennsylvania?
Me: Correct. (walking into the kitchen) Ten points to Gryffindor!
Hank: Is Gryffindor in Pennsylvania, too?
Me: (returning to riots of laughter)