Young Rupert had his heart set on getting a trankulator for his birthday.
“I thought you’d know what it was,” said Rupert’s mother to Rupert’s father. “I thought it must be some sort of toy machine, or something for making things with wood.”
“I wouldn’t have a clue,” said Rupert’s father to Rupert’s mother. “A trankulator! I have no idea!”
So Rupert got a wigwam for a goose’s bridle instead, and was just as pleased.