Ism of the Week

I've mentioned that we have a bit of a trash-talk epidemic at my house, and there seems to be no end in sight.

"Mom, can we have Spaghettios for dinner?"

"I don't have any Spaghettios.  I'm making chicken with green beans, and you can have either couscous or mashed potatoes."

"I want Spaghettios."

"I'm sorry, but that's not one of your options tonight."

"But that's what I want!"

"The answer is no, Cael."

"Whatever.  Your voice is just a potato!"

How do I argue with that?  After all, I yam what I yam.