(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.
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.
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