My dad has a no-food-in-the-living-room policy. Thing is constanly pushing this by toting a sippy cup in there, innocently batting his eyes and explaining that the cup "it hava did papa, see, the did? So wone shpill."
Wednesdays are "Nana Days" - all 3 maniacs stay with Nana all day, wreaking havoc and eating junk. So obviously, this happened on a Wednesday. I know, I'm slow to post. I've got 3 kids - don't hate!
Papa - Thing, whats that? (points to offending sippy cup)
Thing - Mah shippy cuup.
Papa - Where are you supposed to be?
Thing - Da shichen.
Papa - So...what are you doing with that in the living room?
Thing - (innocent batting of eyes, looks Papa up and down, points to Papa's handful of crackers) What YOU dewin? You eat dat inna sichen Papa!
Papa - Dang it! (trudges to kitchen with handful of contraband crackers, only to have half of said contraband confiscated by pint-sized dictator/enforcer)
That is all.
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