I’m sitting on the couch with Finn and Gray. Finn’s into his television show. It’s almost bedtime.
Gray starts muttering one of her incoherent requests…
Gray: I want schmack.
I can’t understand her and I ignore her.
She’s relentless.
Gray: Schmack, Daddy!
Me: What do you want, Gray?
I’ve acknowledged her, but it appears to have angered her.
Gray: Schmack!
Me: I can’t understand what you’re saying. What do you want?
Gray: Schmack, smack, szmaaak!
Me: I’m sorry, sissy. I don’t know what you’re saying.
Gray: SCHMAAAAAAAACK!!!
Me: Finn, do you have any idea what she’s talking about?
He doesn’t break eye contact with the television as he casually answers.
Finn: She wants a snack. I’d like one, too. Goldfish, please.
Me: Buddy, if you knew what she was saying, why didn’t you tell me that earlier?
He’s back into his show and ignores me.
Gray: Daddy! Schmack!!!