M: Is that cupcake for me?
J: What? No! You looked?
M: I mean... what's in the foil?
J: A cupcake. My mom made them for me.
M: And you brought one home for me?
J: No, I brought it home for me.
M: ...
J: What?
M: Can I have half? Can we share the cupcake?
J: No you can't have half.
M: You are sleeping on this couch tonight.
J: Me and my cupcake are sleeping on this couch tonight.
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This is the most heart-wrenching story I have heard this week.
ReplyDeleteRight? He is so mean.
ReplyDeleteso did you get half?
ReplyDeleteIt remains un-ate.
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