So, we were at the check-out line of the grocery story today. (The boys didn't have school today, and I had to take them on some errands.)
This older lady came into our line and smiled or laughed or something; and this is how things went:
Zach: You're funny.
Lady: Oh, really?
Me: **Nervously** You mean, the lady is funny because she was laughing?
Zach: You're funny.
Lady: Ignores him.
Zach: What's wrong with you?
Zach: **Louder and before I can say a word** What's wrong with you?
Lady: Ignores him.
Me: Sternly tells him that it's not nice to say that to someone and threatens to take away his McDonald's toy that's waiting for him in the car.
Zach: Screams loudly that he wants his toy.
Me: Tells him that if he doesn't stop crying, it will be even longer before he gets his toy back.
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