I love when this happens. As a kid we used to go to this restaurant a couple times a year where my dad would order a “drunken ribeye”, but I thought it was “drunken Rabbi” until I was 14.

My SO thought “evasive maneuvers” was “a vase of maneuvers” when she was a kid.

My favorite part of when this happens is hearing the person’s internal explanation they’ve been telling themselves for what it means.

Agreed, I grew up in a very conservative area and was pretty homophobic when I started college.

“They can do whatever they want, just don’t ask me to like it” was an important stepping stone towards “oh shit, love is love” and finally actually listening to the experience of gay people.