"Stop chewing with your mouth open!"
"I can chew however I want. Stop being so annoying!"
"Well, you're annoying me."
"You don't have to pick on me all the time."
Blah, blah, blah.
By the time I was finished in the bathroom, I'd heard enough. I went over to the table and told them I was tired of that game and that we were going to play a new game called Fill in the Blank. I told Son #1 that he was to look at his brother and fill in the blank at the end of this sentence: "Something that you do that I think is really great is..." With a sarcastic smile he replied, "Nothing." That earned him 15 minutes early to bed tonight, and the turn passed to Son #2, who said "Math." Definitely true there.
Finally my oldest wanted to play. He said, "Well, you're great at farting." Although I was hoping for a different kind of answer (something that would instill pride in his younger brother) I really couldn't disagree. If you haven't yet read the November 16 posting, see that for reference. And, BTW, my niece and sister-in-law want to see "Fartacus: The Musical" on Broadway someday. It might be a welcome addition to the mix after Spamalot closes.
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