I was picking up the boys after work today. Because it's election day, the Bear was out of Kindergarten and he got to spend the day with the lady who watches the Bean and used to watch him for day care. As we were getting ready to leave, the topic of dinner came up. I had previously mentioned making spaghetti a few days before and the Bear was trying to tell me that's what he wanted for dinner.
In case I haven't mentioned it before, the Bear is incredibly articulate for a five year old. He has no problem speaking and the only words he regularly mispronounces are the ones that we haven't told him he's saying wrong because it's just too darn cute. 
Only on this occasion his brain got kerfuttled  and he spoonerized  the words. Only it was one of those occasions where as you're speaking you know it's coming out wrong but you can't stop it and attempts to fix it just make it worse.
If you want to hear someone else discussing it, go look up "Brian Regan take luck" on youtube. Or just click this link .
At any rate, despite the Bear's best efforts otherwise, all he could manage to say was "Spaghettle Noodies" over and over again. He kept trying to say something else, with many false starts and stops, but to no avail.
Having been the victim myself of such mental malfunctions many time in the past, I immediately started laughing. The Bear's old day-care Nana, could only make out what sounds like "Nudies" and simply stared at him. It was good times.
Fast forward to us getting home and making dinner. The Pook is in full school play costume mode and is away slaving over a sewing machine, so it was just the men in the kitchen
The Bear helped me make the spaghetti sauce  and then once the noodles were done it was time to eat.
I don't know if you've ever eaten spaghetti with a two-year old and a five year old, but in case you haven't let me illuminate you as to a crucial fact or two.
The possibility that the two year old will not end up with sauce on every part of his being is so remote as to be non-existent. The five year old has better odds, but they're still nothing you'd want to take to Vegas. Thus you'd better be prepared to clean up afterwards and if they are wearing any clothes you want to remain unstained with red sauce you'd better remove them prior to the event.
And thus it was that the Bean was promptly stripped down to his diaper and the Bear was told to take off his shirt.
I sat down myself, but in the short span of time it had taken me to go from seating the Bean, to the counter to pick up my plate and back to the table, he'd already painted his portion of the town red. So, I promptly stood back up and took off my own shirt. 
So there we three sat, happily munching on  our pasta.
And as I looked around the table at our various states of undress, I thought:
Spaghettle Noodies it is.
Spaghettle Noodies: A+
 - Like Pretzel. He still calls them Prentzels and we're okay with that.
 - Technical term
 - An actual linguistic term, as opposed to kerfuttled.
 - Any of the first two videos have the clip. But do yourself a favor and listen to the longer one, because Brian Regan is hilarious. Or if stand-up turned into a Coke ad is more your speed, click this.
 - Prounced "Spag-ettle" and "New-dees"
 - Yes, I make my own sauce. It doesn't take that long and it tastes way better than anything from a jar. If you ask nice, maybe I'll give you the recipe.
 - In truth, the Bear likes his with no sauce and just butter and Parmesan cheese, but not surprisingly it doesn't really cut down on the mess that much.
 - After all it's a fool that doesn't take his own advice.
 - And in the Bean's case, wearing.