"Quinn, get your hands out of your pants. No. OK. Get your hands out of your underwear. Colby, I swear... do not spit your milk... you will get that milk taken away if you spit that... I told you. Now it's gone. Eat your enchilada. PLEASE. You like chicken. You like cheese. Here comes the airplane... open the hangar wide! Quinn, I said get your hands out of your pants. That's gross. Do you see Dad with his hands in his pants? That's because Daddy is a big boy. Get your feet off the table. Don't laugh. Your brother is NOT funny. Colby. Stop gagging. It's not yucky. Just EAT IT. It had better stay in your mouth. DO NOT SPIT OUT THE ENCHILADA. Use your fork like a big boy. EEWWWW. Don't rub your hands in sour cream like that... why do you do that? No, it is NOT lotion. Quinn-- time out. You may join us when you are ready to use silverware. Colby, if you want dessert, you have to eat your enchilada. If you get up from that chair, that means your are DONE with dinner, and there will be no dessert. I don't care. You have to eat your enchilada first. Quinn, get your HANDS OUT OF YOUR PANTS! "
UUUUGGGGGHHHH! When do we get to the part where we talk about each other's lives, and this becomes the most important, enjoyable time of the day????????
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I feel your pain.
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