GWE and I were in the car yesterday with the kids on the way to a birthday party when we drove by a Vietnamese restaurant that I had never seen before. Pho (pronounced “Fuh”) is one of my favorite dishes and I’m always open to trying a new place because there aren’t that many Vietnamese restaurants where we live.
I especially like that the owners of these restaurants typically have a good sense of humor about their names. I’ve seen “Pho-King Delicious,” “9021Pho,” “Absolutely Phobulous,” and “Pho Shizzle” just to name a few.
As we drove by the new place, I pointed out that the name was funny. GWE asked, “How so?”
“The restaurant was called Pho CT,” I replied.
“I don’t get it,” she said.
“What do you get when you put together “Pho” and “CT”?” I asked.
From behind me, I heard Justin ask, “FUCKED???”
The fact that GWE didn’t drive off the road due to uncontrollable laughter is amazing. We both found it enormously difficult to maintain our composure while explaining to Justin why he shouldn’t say that word.
Finally, when the hysterics subsided and the kids where focused on other things, GWE turned to me and said, “This is your fault.”
I turned back to her and replied, “I don’t know what’s funnier: That he said it or that he figured it out faster than you!”