Mexico Meets Dave and Busters

I've been reading Elisabeth the Skippyjon Jones books.  They are absolutely hilarious books about a Siamese kitten, named Skippyjon, who has fantasies about being a Chihuahua.  He goes and visits his amigos, Los Chimichangos - a band of bandito Chihuahuas.  He is a great sword fighter.  One of the common sayings throughout the books is "Holy Guacamole!"  She could never remember the term "Holy Guacamole" when she wanted to use it in everyday speech, so she always said "Holy Camole!"

New story.  A few weeks ago, Doug took the girls to Dave and Busters for lunch sponsored by his company.  Needless to say, the girls had a blast.  Doug, in his infinite wisdom, managed to convince Elisabeth that the true prize was the tickets that come out of the machines - keeping her completely oblivious to the crap kiosk.  She came home treasuring those tickets.  She told me all about her adventures involving the "Hit a mole" game.  We worked on saying "Whack-a-mole" for a few days.  She never got it, and continued to call it "hit a mole."  

Fastforward to today, when she was watching Enchanted in the minivan (everyone say a prayer of thanks to the genius who came up with minivan DVD players).  Out of the back we heard "Holy Whackamole!"  and my day was made.