Tyson: Mommy, can I have more butter?
Me: No, your raisin bread already has butter on it.
Tyson: But it all melted.
Me: That doesn't mean that there isn't any butter on it.
Tyson: But it's all melted!
Me: I know. Maybe you should have eaten your bread before all the butter melted.
Tyson: But mommy! I really need more butter.
Me: Booger, I promise you that you are going to be just fine with the amount of butter that you have.
Tyson: But there's no-more-butter.
Tucker:Here go Tucker. hands Tyson the butter (Tucker calls Tyson Tucker)
Me: Tucker, you can't get the butter out of the fridge. But thank you for thinking of your brother.
Tucker: Tucker (meaning Tyson) more butter now.
Me: Oh forget it.
And in precisely 10 minutes they will be trying to pull each other off the couch.
02 September 2009
Butter
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 7:44 AM
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2 comments:
We fight the butter battle around here, too. That's hilarious that Tucker calls Tyson Tucker. I wonder how long that will last? Cute, cute.
its amazing what boys do to gang up on mom but when they are done they are at eachothers throat!
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