We
went and got Cane’s Chicken Fingers for dinner tonight. As we pulled away from
the drive-thru, Troy asked for some French fries. My wife gave him two, and he
practically inhaled them before asking for some more. This process repeated all
the way home. After he’d eaten some fourteen French fries in a matter of two
minutes, I exclaimed, “What are you doing over there, hoovering them down?!”
To
this Troy responded by raising his left hand in front of my face and said,
“Shush!”
Affronted
by being told off by a cheeky two-year old, I said, “Don’t you shush me!”
To
which he raised his hand again and said, “Shush, dada! Shush!” Then, he took
the French fries from my wife’s outstretched hand and happily munched them in
front of me.
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