The other morning Cooper must've been really thirsty. He went through a glass of milk, and then a glass of juice. He then started begging for a juice box. He asked at least 8 times, and always heard a "no more juice". Finally, after the last no, he got stiff and militant. He stomped and said something to me. (It's not uncommon to not be able to understand ANYTHING he says) I asked him again what he said, and this is what I got: A clenched fist, and my two year old saying "do you want a knuckle sandwich"? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!
Side note: I do take full responsibility for it. I am the culprit, he did learn it from me!
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