At dinner, Charles wanted some Sunny D but refered to it as “Wunny Wee”. I refused to give in to his phonemic abuse and when to get myself some food from the stove. When I returned, Charles had a full glass of Sunny D.
Dad: Mom, did you give in and give him some Sunny D?
Mom: He poured it himself.
Dad: This isn’t over, Charles. This … is … not … over!
Charles: For Christmas, I want a treaty.