Tonight at the dinner table, Landon opted to eat like a dog. No hands, no silverware. Just his face to his plate scarfing down his noodles. This behavior is certainly not accepted at our table so in an attempt to get my point across, I asked Landon, "Are you a dog or a boy?"
"I'm a dog-boy!" was his reply. This answer resulted in Alan breaking down in laughter, while hiding his face so as not to let on to Landon that we are anything but calm, cool, and collected while trying to address his behavior. I gave Alan a look that said, "You better stop before I start cracking up." It didn't work - Alan had tears in his eyes from laughing and said, "What?!? It was a clever response!"
I gave up trying to talk with Landon and help him process through his actions and took his plate away for a few minutes. Landon - 1; Parents - 0.
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