Breaking Bad. Well, breaking chairs, at least.

Me, to the grandboy: “Ok, let’s leave the pup out of your room tonight. He needs to guard the rest of the house.”

Grandboy: “Awwwwee gwumpa he needs to sleep in here with me.”

Me: “No, you’ll be fine. He’ll keep bad guys from coming through the front or back doors.”

Grandboy, catching on: “YAH! Stop them from coming in. He eat dem.”

Me: “Well…”

Grandboy, on a roll: “Or ZOMBEES. He eat the ZOMBEES gwumpa.”

Me: …

Grandboy (no stopping him now): “Or, or. or GOLDILOCKS gwumpa. She break chairs and doors and EAT all our FOOD.”

Me: …

Grandboy (to the dog): “Go get them. Get Goldilocks too no let her eat my bweakfast.”

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