So me and Marge are in the car.
We're quiet and she suddenly asks.
"Why did you name your cat Omlet (oh-mm-let)? Shouldn't it be Omelette (common breakfast food made from eggs)?"

I just stared at her like this: -n-

And then I told her.

Me: It was an inside joke between me and Jordan.

Marge: what was the joke?

Me: ... Why do you wanna know?

Marge: Phoenix, just tell me!

Basically when I was real little I had pronunciation problems. I would call omelettes omlets and Jordan always made fun of me.
So, when I got Omlet I said "I'm gonna name him omelette." Jordan had laughed and said "Omlet." So, I named him Omlet instead.

Stupid, I know.