This conversation occurred when we were at the mall this weekend. Tom wanted a snack, so we stopped at a cookie kiosk to fill his munchie craving.
I suggested getting a 5 pack because he couldn’t seem to comprehend only eating two cookies (which is their normal combo). Then I could get two, and he could have three.
Tom: Oh you are getting cookies too?
Me: Um what pregnant lady wouldn’t want cookies?
Thanks for thinking of me babe.
When we sat down to eat our cookies, Tom reflected on having three cookies.
Tom: I don’t think it’s unreasonable for me to sit here and eat three cookies. I ate a skittle off the ground earlier.
(He weirded out a woman in Target maybe 30 minutes prior to our cookie excursion by eating a skittle she had dropped on the ground.)
Tom: I’ll leave no fallen watermelon skittle behind. If it would have been an orange skittle, that thing would have died right there.
I have no hope for George not eating things off the ground…