Me: Zeek, why do you call it a "glub" Zeek: Cuz it has fingers
We were home from the grocery store and I was hauling in groceries. Each time I passed Zeek I saw that he was struggling with the items he insisted on bringing in from the car all in one trip. Finally, he says to me in exasperation, "don’t you know you’re supposed to help your kid out a little?"
"I’m apple salad... Letuce salad... Cilantro salad!"
Greg: dude your car’s faster than mine. That’s not fair.
Zeek: cuz I’m givin’ mine the juice!