Something a mother says when feeding her little annoying picky ogre mistake when she needs to feed it but it refuses.
Mom:Here comes the airplane! Wooooooo!
Child:*opens mouth* nom nom nom yummy Mom:*mumbling:I wish I never fricked Gerald. This freaking ogre mistake is ruining my life*
Child:MOMMY Mom:what Bobby Joe?
Child:WHY
Mom:sorry...I guess it's time to go get candy...
Child:Candy?! *drools*
Mom:Yes.*takes child to adoption centre*
Child:I thought we were getting candy
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. PenguinBooks,1992. p. 38)