Monkeyboy has this bad habit of talking back when told to do something. The boy has this deep desire to get the last word in so Papa has instructed him when he needs to respond back to say an Our Father instead.
Saturday night was like something out of Austin Powers where we kept interrupting his last words with "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....zip it" and finally off he would walk screaming an Our Father. I didn't care that he was screaming. God's eternal, maybe he's gone deaf and appreciates it.
This morning monkeyboy was clearing the table and refraining from talking back by saying... "our father who are plumpy" and I about lost it!
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