Everybody Loves Ramen

In our family we have some real doozies when it comes to conversations making no sense whatsoever. A prime example happened yesterday. The Bear, DramaMama and I were in our bedroom preparing the Bear for bed. Everyone Loves Raymond was playing in the background, then this string of sentences happened:

Me: Time for bed Bear.

Bear: I'm Hungry, I want some of Clinton's noodles

Daddy heads off to the kitchen to prepare the noodles.

DramaMama: He means "Ramen".

Bear: His name is RAVE-UND!

...

So in the matter of a few seconds we went from bedtime to a very strange conglomeration of Ramen noodles, Raymond Barone and Raven Simone.