Hopping Eyeballs

This morning Greg decided that IHOP sounded good for brunch. After we had spent some time getting ready and were about to leave, Adrianna began to whine, “But I don’t wanna go to hopping eyeballs for breakfast!” Apparently she remembered the “I” and the “hop” part from the name but didn’t quite get it right. I wouldn’t want to go eat at a place called “hopping eyeballs” either.

After laughing, I told her that it wasn’t called “hopping eyeballs.” She asked, “Bouncing eyeballs?”