Shucks: Can I have your dinner, please?
Me: No. Get out of the kitchen.
Shucks: Ok. I'm just going to sit here and watch you eat.
Me: Don't.
Shucks: I'm just looking at you. Because you're pretty. Not at all because I want your food.
Me: No. Get out of the kitchen and stop whining.
Shucks: I'm not whining, that's dinner music. For you.
Me: You can't have this food.
Shucks: Good, because that is precisely what I don't want...that food right there.
Me: You're breathing on me. Don't breathe on me while I'm eating. Or ever.
Shucks: I'll scoot back a little if you give me a bite.
Me: No. Get out.
Shucks: Joking! That was a joke! hahahahaha! I don't want your food. I'm guarding you.
Me: Mmmmm.....this is really good. A dog would love this food. But you're not a dog. You're a cat. And a fox. You're a....well, there's no good way to combine those two words, but that's what you are. If you were a dog I would give you a bite.
Shucks: Good thing I'm not a dog, because I don't want a bite of that. It looks gross.
Me: It's not gross...it's sooooo good. It has bacon.
Shucks: That wasn't drool you just saw...I was...crying. Out of my mouth. Crying tears of joy out of my mouth because I don't have to eat disgusting bacon.
Me: It has chiiiiiicken....
Shucks: I gave up chickens for lent.
Me: It has cheeeeeeeese....soooo yummy....
Shucks: Cheese? And bacon, huh? And some chickens in there, too? Sounds....gross.
Me: Good, because I'm not sharing.
Shucks: :::Super Death Bark:::
Me: nope.
Shucks: I was talking to the kids. Warning them not to eat the bacon and chickens.
Me: Sure you were. Go outside. You're weird. Don't be weird at the table.
Shucks: Really? That's a rule now? I don't want your food, yo!
Me: :::throws bacon at the dog:::
Shucks: :::eats bacon in mid-air::: Gross! Yuk! Can I have more???
Me: No.
Shucks: Fine. :::sulks away:::
Me: ::::continues dinner:::
Shucks: :::sneak attacks Donovan's plate and eats all the chicken:::
Me: I thought you gave that up for Lent.
Shucks: No. Beer. I gave up beer and smoking.
