We're getting out of the car at Wendy's (somehow all amusing stories seem to revolve around that place), and I have the Gibbon by the hand. We could hear a car rounding the building, so we were patiently waiting for it to pass.
As it did, the little teeny bopper in his lifted truck felt the need to rev his engine. So in response, my sweet little 4-year-old throws his hands on his hips and screams "MANIAC!" at the top of his little lungs.
Now this wouldn't have been too bad, had the parking lot not been filled with lots of other people who stopped what they were doing to stare, some to smile in understanding. At first, I was a little embarrassed, but then the giggles took over instead.
Where did he learn it? I have no idea, he explained, "Brainiac, maniac, they sound the same."