Larry took the boys and a friend to the I Dream of Weenie on Sunday for lunch. It's "East Nashville's only full-service weenery" and their hot dogs are pretty excellent.
Gus gets an enormous kick out of the fact that it's called a Weenery and takes every opportunity to use the word WEENERY in a sentence. Loudly. "ARE WE GOING TO THE WEEENERY?" "WANNA GET A WEENER AT THE WEENERY?" Last time we were there, he asked "ARE HOT DOGS CALLED WEENERS BECAUSE THEY LOOK LIKE PEEPNISSES?"
"Not exactly," I said. "BUT CLOSE ENOUGH."
On Saturday, he set his dog down for a moment and whispered (thank god) in Larry's ear that they should have Weeneries for boys and Jinaries for girls.
GET IT?
Heh heh heh oh my god boys are just ... I don't even want to think about what one might order at a Jinarie.