Junior: Look, cheese!
Everett: Cheese!
Junior: This is mine. Get your own.
Everett: No fair, I want some.
Junior: I found it. It's my cheese. Go ask Mom for more.
Everett: I found it!
Junior: No you didn't. You always do this. You always try to take things from me. I found it.
Everett: Give me the cheese!
Junior: I told you, I found it. It's mine! Moooooom!
Everett: Moooooom!
Junior: Moooooom, Everett's trying to take my cheese!
Everett: Moooooom, I want cheese too!
Me, bursting into the bathroom: What the heck is going on in here?
Junior: I found this cheese. It's mine!
Me: What cheese? And we don't eat in the bathroom.
Junior: This cheese.
Me: Uh....
Junior: I found it, it's mine.
Everett: No, I did!
Me: Uh, guys, GUYS! That's not cheese.
Junior: What is it?
Everett: Yes it is! I want cheese!
Me: It's...it's....um....something you can't eat.
Junior: Why not?
Me: It just is.
Junior: What is it? Mom why can't we have it?
Everett: I want cheese! No fair!
Me: Guys, GUYS! Take a deep breath. If you want cheese I will get you some...from the refrigerator. Now please, hand over the...cheese.
2 comments:
Bahahaha!! Cheese!
you should have just let them eat it.
Last summer I was with a friend and her kid at the park and both boys came running excitedly up to us crowing about their "treasure". It was a blue plastic tampon applicator. Used. Yeah.
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