A couple of weekends ago, the kids were running around the living room giggling and calling each other "butler." This continued for a while. "Hey butler...." "You're a butler!" Listening to this, I finally realized that they were calling each other butler because it had the word Butt in it. During a break from all the giggling, we had the following conversation.
Me: Do you guys even know what a butler is?
Will and Reina: (blank stare) Ummm no.
Me: Well, in olden times a butler was someone who helped people get dressed, helped them serve their dinner, things like that.
Glenn tried to interject that butlers usually worked for wealthy people in big houses but the wheels were already turning and some people were losing interest in the conversation.
Reina: (thinking for a minute). So are you a butler?
Just call me Carson.
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