The Famille Evil attended a Christmas concert this evening. The conductor and MC was an older woman who spoke very quickly, and so her words tended to blur together as they traveled the vast open spaces up to the balcony where we sat.
The event included a sing along of old, well known carols--first verses only--but some are not often sung these days. Thus, I had the following whispered colloquy with Bunny:
Bunny: What did she say?
Me: "Good King Wenceslaus."
Bunny: I thought she said "Good King What's-his-face."
See how the brain works to make some sense of random syllables?