Oh, hey…whatcha doing over there, Cahlitos? I thought you did ‘Big Boy Workbooks’? All I see is fruit.
They are fruit kebabs, Xavi. I am doing patterns, see? And honestly, I’m not sure I like your tone.
Do you see what I deal with on a daily basis? I ask one teeny tiny little question about his “work” book and the accusations start flying.
Oh, yeah, because you are just Mr. Innocent! Why don’t you stop waving your arms around, man. Leave the Seinfeld impersonations to Daddy.
…uhhh, I’m sorry, but are you for real right now?
Yes, I’m ‘for real.’ Who talks like that?!? You are wearing a DIAPER, for crying out loud! How can I take you seriously? Sit. Down.
Can you believe this ish, Mommy?
And your tummy is way too big for your body. Just sayin’.
Ohhhhhh no. You did NOT just go there…Señor Cabeza.
You listen to me, little boy. You are a tottler. A TOTTLER! Do you hear me? You will RESPECT ME.
Pssst. Hey, Cahlitos – your “work” book is still upside down there, Big Boy. Maybe you should stop running your mouth.
You are the WORST, Xavi! It is SUPPOSED to be upside down! You wouldn’t understand, since you are a TOTTLER. Why don’t you come back to me when you can eat something without getting it in your HAIR and can put your shoes on the RIGHT feet!
Seriously? I mean, could it BE any easier. It’s almost TOO easy.