My "Wal-mart"

This morning Dylan was sitting on the counter waiting for his 'chef's' to complete his breakfast spread, when he noticed a pile of my things. In the stack was my phone, keys. and wallet. He handed them all to me one at a time, and at the end said, "Here Mommy, here is your Wal-Mart." I'm sure he meant wallet, but I have to say I find the slip up concerning in more ways than one.