the sleppys

Ty: Mommy, you made a cake?
Mom: Did I make a cake, you ask? Yes.
Ty: Oh. You did. From a box?
Mom: Is it from a box? Yes, Ty.
Ty: Can I have some?
Mom: May I have some? Yes, you may, Ty. It has to be frosted first, okay?

Dad came home with frosting in a can. We don’t usually have cake with frosting, so this is a big deal at The Greenleaf School.

Dad: What happened to the cake?
Mom: Ty pulled a chair toward the counter and helped himself, using his fingers, to the cake, and ate a quarter of it. He’s not allowed any more cake the rest of the day.

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Later that evening….
Dad: [On the phone with his mother] Here’s Ty.
Ty: Hi, Gramma. Kyle and Taylor are eating all the cake.

Dad ran into the kitchen to stop them. There were crumbs in big piles, all over the place.

Dad: Ty, did you have cake, too?
Ty: No. [With a straight face and cake in his mouth.]
Dad: What’s that, then?
Ty: Those are the crumbs that were on the floor, Daddy.

*head desk*

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