Ryan-ism

Tonight was a sunday school service at the other temple [there are two temples running a joint sunday school.] We walk in all nice and go to the coat room to hang up our coats. Takes a few minutes to get sorted with mitten and such.

Ryan starts to ask something and I can't quite figure it out but then I see he is holding his coat by the loop and looking around. Just as I see this I realize what he is saying - 'Where's my hooker?'

Mike and I just about died laughing. He was so determined to hang his coat up on a hook and was not convinced that he needed to use a hanger. He just kept asking where his hooker was.