Chico (3) came up with a couple of funnies yesterday--we were waiting for Frenchie, who was in our local bakery getting bread; it was taking much longer than usual because there's a new employee there who likes to get into long discussions with customers about the excellence of their bread (it is good). Chico said, "I don't have time for all this fiddle faddle and folderol." Not terribly polite, I'm afraid (we're working on it!), but nobody but us heard him, so it was OK--and it was funny, because none of us ever uses those words--must have come up in a book that I don't remember.

Later, Groucho was talking about wanting a horse; Chico said he wanted a horse, too, but not a donkey, "and not Don Quixote, either," which I also found amusing.