The Creeperie

GPS: “Now driving to Sweet Paris Creeperie and Cafe.”
Me: “Troy, we’re eating in a creeperie today.”
Troy: “Great. I’m going to a whore house!?”
Me [snickering]: “Yes, you’re going to a whore house for breakfast.”
Troy: “But I thought you didn’t allow me to go in places like that.”
My Wife: “You’re correct on so many levels. And you need to enunciate that word. It’s ‘hor-ror’ not ‘whore.’”