Jack: A fully functioning remote controlled tank with real fire power? I NEEEEEED that…
me: Oh I’m sure that’s happening.
Jack: (not listening to me, still reading) …cuddle with the undead… EWWWW!
me: What the heck product is that?
Jack: Shhh, I’m reading.
me: Sigh.
Jack: The monkey is holding my EXACT 6-shooter. Sweet.
me: What monkey? The cartoon?
Jack: (ignores me)
me: (changing the subject) Hey, your water bottle is still full here. What did you drink all day?
Jack: I drank DRANKS, whaddya think?
me: (stifling laughter)
Jack: (finally looks up annoyed) I mean DRINKS. Whatever. (tosses the magazine and leaves the room)
me: Sheesh, what a grump.
