
Me: Pancakes for breakfast, Chuck?
Chuck: I'll make them—
Junior: Excuse me. Um, excuse me.
Me: Just a second, Junior.
Chuck: Where's the—
Junior: I have a question. Would you try to run faster than a train?
Me: Yes.
Chuck: No. So, Mrs. Mullet, what’s on tap for today? Should we—
Junior: Excuse me. Excuuuuuuuuuuse me. Um, excuse me.
Me: Just a second, Junior.
Junior: I have to ask you something! Have you ever eaten an orange?
Chuck: Your mother and I are trying to talk. Just a second.
Me: We could drive down to New Haven and—
Junior: Excuse me. Excuuuuuuuuuuse me. Um, excuse me.
Me: Go to the—
Chuck: Please don’t interrupt, Junior.
Junior: What if I didn’t have hands or feet?
Me: Peabody Museum. Why is he asking that?
Chuck: Junior, your mother and I are trying to talk. Don’t interrupt.
Me: Or we could stay—
Junior: Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me. Excuuuuuuuuuuse me.
Me: Closer to home. Just a minute, Junior.
Chuck: Yes, just a minute.
Junior: But I said excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me.
Chuck: It’s not polite to interrupt. We’ll be with you in a second.
Me: Or we could—
Junior: But I said excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me! Do trains run on tracks?
Chuck: Drive down to—
Junior: Do they?
Me: Fly to—
Junior: DO THEY?
Chuck: Hawaii—
Me: Alone—
Junior: DO THEY?
Me and Chuck: YES! For the love of God, YES!
They make protective bubbles for kid #2, right? For when kid #1 tries to push him out a window/return him via the mailbox/set his stroller on fire? They must.
Because this ain't gonna be perty.