Mom why don't we have any food!
Mickey to me: Mom we don't have any food, WHY don't we have any food? Mom: Mick we have food Mickey: We don't have FOOD food, only like the parts that make food Mom: Mick you guys EAT all the food, you know... A gleam enters my eye, Mickey backs up calling for reinforcements Mickey: Ah, guys Mom looks weird. GUYS! Mom is coming up with a project, or a job or SOMETHING Mom: You guys should really learn how to cook! So when you are hungry you say Viola! I can cook! John: Viola? Like we are Spanish James: No numbskull French, Mom seriously I can't cook with him! Mom: Ah, ha! But you WILL cook! James hedging a bit now realizing he agreed to cook puts Mark squarely in front of him self and responds "Mark can't cook! He'd hurt himself. He is really small" Mark: I am not small! I am huge like a Tiger. Mark roars ferociously, Lucy claps from one rug away where Daisy is playing Barbies. Lucy goes back to eating the barbies hair and coughing intermed