At the dinner table. A mosquito has landed in Dad’s water.
B — Eew! A bug in your drink!
Dad — No big deal.
B — You’re gonna drink it anyway?!
R — It’s a horror show! A nightmare!
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The end is near
B — Dad, why do you have wrinkles on your face?
Dad — Because as my body gets older, my face becomes less smooth and shows lines.
B — Oh… you mean because you’re decaying?
Spice up your conversation
At the table.
Dad — B, you’re eating like a chicken. Stop.
R — Yeah! You always eat like a chicken.
Dad — R, quiet.
B — Yeah, R. I don’t want to hear your comments.
R — I wasn’t giving you condiments!
Twin math
B — Mom, can we have some of those Kissables?
Mom — No. You ate them all yesterday.
B — We did?
Mom — Almost all of them. There are only 6 left.
B — Well, it’s an even number…
Cover-up
At the breakfast table.
R — Look! New cereal!
B — No, that box is empty. We ate all the cereal yesterday.
R — No, Mom bought a new one. See?
B — Ohhh… she ate the rest of it and bought a new box!
Ghostly encounter
On the eve of our trip home to meet Daddy.
Mom — I am so excited to see Dad!
R — Me, too! I want to see his face! I just want to see his face. I don’t need to see his body. I wouldn’t care if he didn’t have legs.
B — That would be weird…
R — Well, he would have a body, but he would be invisible, like a ghost.
B — But I want to hold his hand.
R — Well, you could. You just wouldn’t be able to see it.
B — Hmmm… I want to see all of him.
The best is yet to come
The boys are eating breakfast.
R — Let’s eat the cereal first, B.
B — Okay!
R — Yeah. I like to save the best for last.
What’s in a name?
At the table.
B — They don’t call me B for nothing, R.
R — I know.
B — Yeah. They don’t call me B for nothing.
Mom — What do you mean?
B — I mean they don’t call me B for nothing. I mean, I can smell everything!
I Spy
B kept himself busy while we waited for lunch at the restaurant with Opa and Oma.
Can you spy Phineas and Ferb, two bananas, a cell phone, an octopus and Mom?
And they lived happily ever after
At the breakfast table.
R — Ow! B!!!
Mom — What’s going on?
R — B punched me hard right here!
B — I wasn’t trying to do it hard!
Mom — You shouldn’t be touching him at all.
B — I didn’t mean to do it so hard.
Mom — Keep your hands to yourself. That’s the end of the story.
B — What? What story are you talking about?
the kitchen notebook 