Tax Deduction #2: Mama, after I eat my lunch, may I have candy?
Me: Yes.
TD#2 eats lunch. Carefully chooses a piece out of his bag of Halloween candy. Oh, goodie. Chewy Fireballs.
Me: Are you sure about this?
TD#2: Uh huh.
Chomp. Big eyes. Tears. Wail.
TD#2: Mama, tongue!
Me: Yeah, it’s hot, hunh? That’s cinnamon.
TD#2: Simmum for toas’.
Me: For candy, too. Want me to throw that away?
TD#2: No.
Chomp. Big eyes. Tears. Wail.
TD#2: Mama, hurts mouf!
Me: Yeah, I know. Are you sure you don’t want me to throw that away? Mama doesn’t like them, either.
TD#2: No.
Chomp. Big eyes. Tears. Wail.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
LMAO @ “tax deduction number two.”
Yes and let me tell you, I was NOT going to have spent the better portion of a year pregnant to not get the tax deduction in the same year, so I told the doctor that no matter what, that kid was getting born before December 31.
hahahahahahahaha that’s funny!
Further proof that it’s an innate drive to alter our consciousness. Obviously, Thing 2 needs a visit from his aunt haggis to introduce him to the joys of the jalepeño. You haven’t hurt so good until you’ve downed a burrito swimming in the things. 😀
Cracking me up. I remember that type of thing with the Olders dared the Younger to eat a cayenne pickle.
Okay, you people with jalapeño and cayenne pickles… No. You’re just wrong on so many levels.
You leave me and my mild Pace picante alone.
Dude only eats Jalapenos in the form of poppers, and Velveeta mexican melted with sour cream and Taco Bell mild sauce.