Tom and Joe deeply covet a cheap plastic plate. They both have to have it to eat on. I though we got over fighting over it as they decided eventually to take turns.
Then all of sudden, about a week ago, they started "reserving" it by stating, "Thomas, the purple plate is spoken for".
And then Tom has a fit (said in a fake cry whiny voice), "Momma, Joseph said the purple plate is spoken for. Waa, waa".
"Yep, I've spoken for the purple plate Thomas. You can't have it."
"Daddy, Joseph said the purple plate is spoken for".
The end of the world as they know it, indeed.
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