This actually happened a couple of weeks ago, but I wanted to blog it just so I wouldn't forget it.
On a Friday evening we went to eat at a restaurant called The Firkin and Bull. It's designed like an English pub and has a lot of that type of food and it is yummy. Mine and the kids' first time, Roger's third or fourth I think he said. Anyway....there were two things I wanted to remember from that night.
One: the kids kept accidentally calling it The Frickin' Bull which just made me laugh over and over again. They literally kept calling it that by accident.
Two: I just kept thinking over and over that the name of the restaurant did sound like almost some type of swearing, so Roger got out his fancy phone with everything on it and looked up the meaning of the name. Firkin is an old English unit of volume for beer, wine, butter, and soap. Now I know--and so do you in case you never knew that before.