On the way back from a Home Depot/Burger King outing with the boys I had the following conversation with Jake. Please note, this was our third conversation on the matter so I took liberties with the script and was scolded for it…

Jake: Daddy look! A french fry monster.
Daddy: Oh no! Not a french fry monster. What will we do?
J: (With great urgency) I don’t know. French fry monsters are bad guys.
D: I have an idea. If he’s a french fry monster, that means he’s made out of french fries. We can eat him.
J: (Disappointed tone) Daddy, that’s my line.
D: Oh, it is? I thought this time I could have the idea.
J: (Truly exasperated) I am the one who eats the french fry monster. You made a mistake.
D: Um, ok. I’m sorry, buddy.
J: It’s ok. Just don’t do it again.
<<a short period of silence>>
J: I’m going to eat his leg, Daddy.
D: Excuse me?
J: The french fry monster. He’s a real big one so I’m going to eat his leg.
D: OK.
J: Then, when he falls down, I’m going to eat the rest of him.
D: Can I have some?
J: Ummmmm. (long pause) Alright. You can have his foot. And Noah can have his leg.
D: OK. But I thought he was a big one.
J: He is, Daddy. (Exasperated again). But I’m really hungry.