At breakfast the other morning, my oldest son decided to get a little smooth with his ordering.

“What would you like to drink?” the waiter asked.

“I’ll go with the H.T.” he said.

There was a moment of silence, as the waiter (and everyone else) tried to figure out what he meant. Finally, I decided to take a guess. “Do you mean Hot Chocolate?”

“Yeah. You know, H – Oh no!” His cheeks turned red.

“Hot Tockolate, right?”

He shook his head, laughing.

Later, as we were eating our breakfast, a waitress checked in on us. “How’s that H.T.?” she asked. “I heard you ordered it special.”