I crawled into bed with the Bean for his bedtime story. He picked out his current flavor of the week, Horace and Morris, But Mostly Dolores. I started reading and as soon as we got to the first mention of Dolores, the Bean said, "No, it's Mulva."
Did he just...? I thought. "Say that again," I said to him.
"Mulva," he said matter of factly.
I lost my shit. I started laughing uncontrollably. Tears formed in my eyes.
The Bean recognized the trigger for my hysterics and said it again, "Mulva."
I tried to read the book, but couldn't compose myself.
"Daddy, stop laughing and read the book."
"I...can't," I said and started another fit of hysterics.