In the car. The boys are eating ice cream cones from McDonald’s.
B — I almost ate the paper on the bottom of the cone!
R — Me, too!
B — I ate it one time, remember?
R — You did?
B — Yes. But I spit most of it out. I swallowed some of it, though.
Mom — Gross. Like a goat! Goats eat all kinds of garbage.
B — I know.
R — A goat would probably eat all the paper on the cone.
B — Yeah. Mom, if I were a goat, I would eat Santa for dinner.