Ewww! Gross!

Caleb and I were having a goofy "competition." He was trying to gross me out, and I was responding with things he detests.
Caleb: Pumpkin Pie!
Mom: Eww! MUSTARD!
Caleb: Moths!
Mom: Earwigs!
Caleb: Gavin staying awake all night for weeks!
Mom: You win.

Snack time!

(Frustrating) Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Gavin: Can I ha snack?
Mom: Yes, you can have a snack. What do you want for a snack?
Gavin: Snack.
Mom: Okay. What do you want to eat?
Gavin: Snack.
Mom: What do you want to eat?
Gavin: I want a snack.

Well, duh. He wants a snack. He must be Ken's boy - *what* he eats doesn't matter as much as the fact that he *does* eat.