The other day I'm sitting in my office when Child 1 enters the room. Very very obviously trying to conceal a bag of chips underneath his shirt, he asks me if I can help him find the scissors.
Scissors? Gee, I wonder why he needs those? Perhaps to open a bag of chips, do you think? So I ask him "Say, Child 1, what's that under your shirt, there?"
"Nothing, huh? Because it kind of looks to me like you've got a bag of chips or something under there."
He is so fucking adorable.
I gave him the scissors.
Scissors? Gee, I wonder why he needs those? Perhaps to open a bag of chips, do you think? So I ask him "Say, Child 1, what's that under your shirt, there?"
"Nothing, huh? Because it kind of looks to me like you've got a bag of chips or something under there."
He is so fucking adorable.
I gave him the scissors.
