Secondborn: {Clicking tongs open and closed: click-click-click-click...}
Me: Secondborn, what are you doing?
Secondborn: Dey are getting weady to eat you.
Me: That's what I was afraid of...
Secondborn: {Chomps my neck with the tongs.} Dey are eating you.
Me: I knew that was coming.
Secondborn: {Runs off clicking the tongs: click-click-click...}
Twenty seconds later...
Me: Secondborn, your sandwich is ready. Get back in here. And stop eating your brother.
Me: (to myself) I knew that was coming, too.
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