Ed is making hamburgers and chicken fingers for lunch. Matthew is in his highchair, doing what he does best...EATING. Emily is at the table eating a cheese stick and Jonathan is on the porch playing. The dishwasher is humming away. I am at the computer, listing on eBay.
Staring inside the fridge, Ed starts breathing weird - Holding his breath and releasing it. I ask if he's okay and he says, "Yea. I'm just having a panic attack!" Me: "Are you really? WHY!?" Ed: "Just kidding. I have the hiccups"
Matthew is complaining because he is hungry and tired.
Ed: " You don't need to have disrespectful manners. It's very unseemly."
Matthew: "Oyo, oyo, oyo, oyo!"
Ed: "I'm not going to use oil!"
Matthew is now voicing his concerns and complaining very loudly
Ed: "ALRIGHT ALREADY! Here have a raisin. Your chicken is cooking."
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