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.
Heh heh heh oh my god boys are just ... I don't even want to think about what one might order at a Jinarie.