We are at the dining table. I take out the croissant from the bag and place it on a plate in front of Vian.
Vian: Appa, what kind of “cossant” is it?
Me: It’s a plain croissant, Vian.
Vian: No. It’s a bum-bum “cossant”.
Vian: Look it (pointing to his misshapen croissant that looks like a butt).
You win this round, Vian.