The conversation at the table went something like this:
Me: Chef, are you happy with dinner. (he'd requested the ham)
Chef: I'm a happy hamper.
Ed: A happy hamper? What's a hamper?
Chef: Its a camper made of ham!
Ed: I wouldn't want to sleep in that. Someone would eat me while I was sleeping.
Me: You'd get eaten by bears.
It's never boring with this kid!