Crumbling Monstrosities

(I have two children: a fourteen-year-old daughter and an eight-year-old son. They both love barbecue chips. My daughter is snacking at the table when my son walks up to her.)

Son: “Hey, can I have some?”

Daughter: “There are only crumbs left.”

Son: “Whatever, just give me some.”

Daughter: *looks him dead in the eyes and pours the rest into her mouth and chews*

Son: *is absolutely horrified*

Daughter: “Hold out your hand.” *puts the bag into his hands* “Be a dear and throw this out for me.”

(I’m raising little monsters.)