miss communication

this morning, as we were leaving the farmer’s market, mr. happy stuff (who now has the new nickname “60 grit” on account of his facial stubble) pointed out a dog that was riding in a car passing by and was sticking his nose as far out the partially opened window as he could. it reminded me of another dog i’d seen earlier in the week that was cutely sticking it’s head out the window. i was trying to remember the name for that breed of dog so that i could share the story properly, so i asked 60 grit if yorkies were the white terriers. he didn’t hear my question, so i repeated it, “are white terriers the yorkies?” once again, he asked me to repeat–that he wasn’t able to understand me. so… i said, slowly and clearly, “are.. white… terri…ers… ‘yor…kies’?” and he said “my keys?” and i couldn’t stop laughing.