Conversation on the way to school
Jack: I want German.
Me: What? Did you say “German”?
Jack: German.
Me: Well, Mommy doesn’t know any German. I know a little French and a little Italian, but not German.
Jack: [starting to get upset] But I WANT it!!
Me: Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf.
Jack: No!
Me: Schutzstaffel.
Jack: Mama, no!
Me: Sturm und drang. Schadenfreude.
Jack: Noooooooo!
Me: JOSEPH GOEBBELS!!
Jack: Nooo! I want GERMAN!
Me: I’M SAYING ALL THE GERMAN I KNOW!
[pause]
Me: Jack, do you know what German is?
Jack: No.
Me: Do you think it’s food?
Jack: Yeah.
Me: What is it? It is candy?
Jack: No.
Me: Is it cake?
Jack: No! It’s spicy!
Me: Spicy?? What color is it?
Jack: It’s white. And yellow.
Me: Well, I have no idea what you’re talking about. If I can figure out what you’re talking about, I’ll get some for you.
[another pause]
Jack: I want German.
Little Miss Perfect 
I may repeat this in a future post of my own at some point: Our toddler boys called sticks pointed at each other “lugs”. Why? One night, the Aha moment: A Jack and the Beanstalk cartoon. A boy, who happens to be holding a slingshot, says to his father “Don’t worry, Father–I’ll have a look.”
I have a lug. Obvious, really.
Just so everyone knows, we finally figured out about 8 hours later that the white, spicy food he was asking for was GINGER.
Of COURSE! Smart boy. “German” is very close.
Although, Irish or Scottish would have been closer.