That's right, a trident. Hey, we'd just been to Disney World, we saw some mermen in The Little Mermaid show, I figured the kids would know what a trident was. I was mistaken. So we abandoned the vocabulary word of the day and just called them glow spears. The boys, ever excited to embrace something violent, were ecstatic with their "glowing" (yes, it was still daytime, so we were just assuming they were actually aglow) spears.
After the party, we headed home,
Me: "Luke, where did your trident just go?"
Luke: "Moooooooom! It's a spirit!"
Me: "You mean spear. Well, where is it?"
Luke: "I don't know where it is."
Mom: "Well, you need to look for it or you won't get to see it glow tonight once it gets dark."
I turn around and there is a minute or two of quiet.
Me: "What, buddy?"
Luke: "Mom, there's some spirit poking out of my pants."
At this point Matt, who is driving, starts laugh-snorting (I don't have to explain what that is, right?) at the inappropriateness of Luke's comment. Men.
Me: "Well buddy, you'd better get that spirit out of your pants quickly if you still want it to see some more action tonight."
I know I'm inappropriate, but it's so hard to help yourself when they have no idea what you're talking about.