On our drive back from Whistler on the weekend, Josh pointed to the river and said, “Mommy, look! The ocean!”

I said, “That’s a river, baby. It’s called the Cheakamus River.”

Josh said, “Where are they?”

Confused, I said, “Where are who?”

Josh said, “The chickens.”

I asked, “What chickens?”

Josh said, “You said chicken river.”

I bursted out laughing and said, “No, the Cheakamus River!”

Josh wasn’t amused. He said, “Chicken-mus.”

I said, “No, not chicken. Chea-ka-mus.”

We tried it a few more times, but honestly, I have to admit it does sound a lot like “chicken-mus”.