The following even happened moments ago. Names have not been changed because my kids are meat heads but just a refresher, Little Thor is 3 and Teaspoon is 5.
A pantless Little Thor comes running into the dining room where I’m getting caught up on news and yells “I want pepperoni quesadilla for breakfast!”.
Me: OK, anything else?
Little Thor: No cook, I eat like that.
I start making it
Little Thor: NO! I said CHEESE!
Me: No you didn’t. You said pepperoni.
Little Thor: NO I DIDN’T I SAID CHEEEESSSEEEEE! MAKE ME CHEEEEEEEESE!
Me: Fine. I’ll make cheese.
I start making cheese and turn on the stove.
Little Thor: NOOOOOOOO! NO COOK! I WANT IT LIKE DAT DADDY!
Me: You want it uncooked? Seriously?
Little Thor: Yes.
I grab a red Elmo plate out of the cabinet
Little Thor: NOOOO! I NO WANT DAT PLATE! I WANT ORANGE!
Me: We don’t have orange.
Little Thor: FINE! I TAKE BWUE!
At this point Little Thor goes into the living room and gets a TV tray.
Me: Here you go buddy!
Little Thor: NOOOOO! I no want this. I want BOLOGNA! *shoves plate*
I bring in a piece of bologna
Little Thor: NOOO! I NO WANT THIS! I WANT BOLOGNA!
Me: This IS bologna
Little Thor: No, little bologna!
Me: You mean pepperoni?
Little Thor: YES! I SAID THAT!
At this point Teaspoon waked up and says he’ll take the quesadilla.
Teaspoon: It’s not cooked? Who eats that?
Me: Your brother
Teaspoon: Little Thor is a butt head. Hey daddy…
Me: What’s up?
Teaspoon: Don’t forget the ranch.
After all was said and done, here’s that damn quesadilla.