Friday, March 5, 2010

Southern Food or Kung Fu Panda: How Jack Black Ruined my Children


In Kung Fu Panda (which I love) you will remember when Po gets hit in the nether regions and exclaims, "Oh...my tenders." Those three words have made more trouble in our house than I care to admit. As many times as I have tried to help them understand the real definition of "tender" as found in the dictionary, my boys still insist on referring to it as an anatomical descriptor.


Can you see where this is going? Why it might be a problem? Yes. There is a restaurant in town called Tenders! (the exclamation point is part of the name, And does not indicate excitement on my part.) No big deal except....we drive by it all the time. And I have to listen to the snickers and totally inappropriate humor of 5 and 7 year olds, every single time. I've succumbed. I don't even fight it anymore. My motto...turn up the radio and ignore it. It'll go away, right?


And you know what? None of my lectures about "tender" definition even got through. Apparently at school, they offered chicken tenders. *gasp* Casey came home shaking his head about how weird Southern food is, and could he PLEASE take cold lunch tomorrow because why would anyone eat those?


Explanations are pointless. Why even try?

7 comments:

Care said...

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sarah (and a few others) said...

Too Much!!!!

Krystal said...

My heart is smiling......BIG!! (oh, I'm laughing too!) ;)

Emily H. said...

SO funny! Yeah, maybe you should just give in and go eat at Tenders!as a family sometime. :) I've never been there myself but if they're serving what your son thinks they are serving... than no thank you! :)

Melissa said...

Too funny! I miss you. I love your blog. Glad you are doing well.

Charity said...

That...is...funny!

elisa moulton family said...

Hee hee! I love your boys. (and your girls too. :)