I’m trying to calm down and feed a crying baby with Benny shouting from downstairs:
-Can I have some cashews?
-Yes!
-What?
-Yes!
-Can I have some cashews?
-YES!
-Can I take them myself?
-Yes!
-How many?
-What?
-How many can I take?
-Take ten! (Random number I came up with, since I never thought about the exact number of cashews a four year old should eat)
-How many?
-Ten!
-Can I take eleven?
-Sure, take eleven! (Just be quiet and leave me alone!)
-BUT WHY CAN’T I HAVE TWELVE?!
-I DON’T CARE HOW MANY YOU HAVE! BABY’S TRYING TO SLEEP!
-OK! I’ll take thirteen cashwes!
Ten seconds later, Benny came upstairs to show me that he managed to stuff thirteen cashews in his mouth, all at once (see the photo he wanted me to take for reference). Next time I’ll tell him he can have three.
The baby’s still awake and I gave up on life.
