Grandboy (waiting for corndogs in the microwave, and frustrated, arms crossed): Hmph. Gwumpa YOU eating cereal and I’M not eating.

Me: Yes, you said you wanted corndogs for breakfast. You have to wait for them to warm up.

Grandboy: But I have to wait. (Stomps foot) That’s not FAIR.

Me: Boy, LIFE ain’t fair. We chose two different things. Not every thing’s the same. Ain’t fair for me either. I don’t get to eat a corn dog.

Grandboy: Yah you don’t get a corndog.

Me: Unless I eat yours.

Grandboy: HEY THAT’S NOT FAIR

Grandboy: GWUMPAAAA you hugging me too hard. You gonna pop meeee

Me: Ok I’ll hug more softly

Grandboy: And then you’ll have no kid any more

Me: Eeek that won’t be any good.

Grandboy: And then your mom, i mean my momma will be SOOO disappointed you kill me.

Me: Yes, she might even give me a time-out.

Grandboy: YAH. So hug me like THIS (gives me a hug).