“Do you want Cap’n Crunch?” I asked Chooch in an attempt to be a mom.
“Yeah, I already said that I want it later,” he replied in his patented drawl of sass, mockery and exasperation – your typical teenage side dish. I always have to pull back from flicking him.
“OK. So you want it later,” I reiterated, making sure I got it right because god only knows with him.
“It is later now,” he yelled. “Go get it!” SEE??
And as I came over here to preserve this lovely conversation in my blog, he appeared next to me and said, “Make sure you tweet about it, too.”
Yes, Your Majesty.