Where the hell are we going?

We're taking Grandma Ann back home and we're meeting Jim's brother Steve halfway there in Tri-Cities.

Matthias thought we were driving all the way to Ontario until we were around the breakfast table. We explained to him that, no, we are actually just going to the Tri-Cities.

"We're going to the Tri-Sillies?" Matthias asked.

"No," Melissa said. "The Tri-Cities."

"Oh, we're going to the Dry-Cities?" Matthias asked.

Well, yes, yes we are.

Don't go there

Matt was in the tub last night, and started scrounging around in his left armpit.
Against my better judgment, I asked, "What are you doing?"
He said, "Look what I found in my armpit!"
It was an alarmingly long piece of string.
I said, "How did a piece of string get in your armpit?"
Matt: "Oh, it was from dinner."