"Dad", said my six-year-old son, "How do you spell 'Heil'?"
I was in the next room, so he didn't see my double take. His only exposure to Nazis, as far as I know, has been 'The Sound of Music', but we haven't watched that movie for a very long time. Wondering where this was going, I dutifully spelled out "H-E-I-L" and waited for the next shoe to drop.
"Ok, Dad, I know how to spell 'Silver'" said Elias, "but how about Ahoy?"
Aha, I thought, this is about pirates, which are a current obsession in our house.
"Elias, pirates don't say 'Heil'," I said indulgently. "They say 'Avast", or 'Arr!'"
"Dad!", said my son, with that 'don't-you-know anything' tone that is the specialty of the child of clueless parents, "I'm not talking about pirates. I'm drawing a picture of the Lone Ranger, and he says: 'Heil Silver, Ahoy!'"
At least in our house.