There was a country song some time ago called "Don't it Make My Brown Eyes Blue." I caught one of my kids singing the catchy chorus as: "Donuts make my brown eyes blue."

Then there was the hit song of Kenny Rogers, Lucille. The chorus went: "You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille; four hungry children and a crop in the field." My son heard this as "Four hundred children and a crop in the field."

And my youngest one recently, on hearing that his older brother was going to the badlands of South Dakota, where rattlesnakes abound, warned him that he had better bring along a "snake bite anecdote." I suppose when your friend gets bitten by a rattler, that means the correct response is "Ah, so you've been snake bit. Did I ever tell you about the time I stepped on a six foot copper head..." blah blah blah. I suppose that might numb the pain a little.