What did I tell you before about my candy?
I don't recall the discussion that preceded this exchange, but let's just say there was a disagreement as to how much candy I was willing to admit that I had and how much candy the boy thought I should share with him.
When we climbed into my car, Younger Son spied the candy bar stowed in my dashboard cubbyhole.
"What," he demanded, "do you call that?"
Calmly, I replied, "I call it mine."
Quickly followed by:
"Can I have it?"
"No."
1 comment:
As if breastfeeding them wasn't wasn't enough, those darn kids soon decide they have to start taking nutrition from you even before you've ingested it.
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