August 6, 2006
#2 Son asks for a dollar to buy a Frostie at Wendy’s
I say ok. Since I’ve forgotten to give him allowance for 8 months or so, I can spot him a dollar.
#2 Son (looking at his brother): Or I can just wait until you fall asleep on the couch, and then look under the cushions.
(#2 son has kept himself in spending money all summer by robbing his older brother)
#1 Son: Or I could just hit you until the money falls out like some kind of weird pinata.
#2 Son: Ha. I keep my money in my room.
#1 Son: Then I’m going to have to hit you really hard.