This morning I awoke to the sound of Tommy and Joey talking outside my bedroom door. "Get your breakfast order ready," said Tommy. "Oh, okay," said Joey. "Are you ready?" asked Tommy. "Lep," Joey replied. Then into my room they burst. "Um, I'll have a milk, please, Mommy," said Joey. "And I want to order white frosted mini wheats," Tommy piped in. "Those are our breakfast orders, Mom."
Has it really come to this?
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Oh, this really made me laugh! Your boys are hilarious!
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