I Will Not Trade Pants With Others

(Name that obscure reference.)

I Will Remember That It Is:

Trousers not pants. Trousers not pants. Trousers not pants.
Chips not fries. Chips not fries. Chips not fries.
Crisps not chips. Crisps not chips. Crisps not chips.

I know that I know these things. But I still slip all the time. And these kids make sure that I know it. In a, er, loving Christian manner, er, of course.