We’re almost finished with dinner. The boys aren’t touching anything left on their plates.
Then Jack proclaims, “Can I have some Mac & Cheese?” You know, even though we’ve already eaten and he has salad and chicken left on his plate.
Then Peter follows suit. “Can I have some… <dramatic pause>…. FREEDOM?!?” he yells, as he pumps his fist into the air.
Katherine and I almost choked on our food laughing.