I talk to my little kids like they're big people. To the extent where it may be excessive. And I fill in their responses in my head...which is definitely excessive. But funny. Here's my discussion with Bubba about eating dinner.
Mom: I made you a nice big bowl of rice, baby boy. It's yummy.
Bubba: Boobs?
Mom: I know you're angling for some mommy time, but we're going to eat dinner first, honey.
Bubba: No boobs?
Mom: Open wide, Bubs. Yum, yum, yums.
Bubba: Are you sure no boobs?
Mom: Come on baby. Open up. Yummy nummies for the boy.
Bubba: Ok. Rice. Huh.
Mom: That's a good boy. Niiiiice big bite. Good job!
Bubba: Pbbbbbt.
Mom: No, no, baby. You gotta keep it in your mouth.
Bubba: Nope. Pbbbbt.
Mom: Good lord, how much did you have in your mouth?
Bubba: Lots. Pbbbbt.
Mom: Let's try this again, honey. Oooooo-pen. There we go. Nice, big....
Bubba: Pbbbbt. Haha.
Mom: Clearly, this isn't working. Let's try a drink.
Bubba: Finally. Boobs!
Mom: Nope, I meant for me.
[end scene]
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