"Tommy eat your spaghetti!"
"You can have milk after you eat. I'm tired of you only drinking milk; you have to eat lunch!"
"Cookies! My cookies!" He climbs up onto the chair to reach for the long-empty cookie jar on the counter behind it.
"There aren't any cookies. We stopped putting cookies in there a long time ago. If you start eating your lunch and dinners again, maybe we'll buy cookies again.
He reaches to open the cookie jar. "My cookies!"
"Fine. Look all you want. There aren't any cookies." I take the lid off the cookie jar and tip it for him to see. He reaches in.
"My aches!" His what? His ex? He pulls out two Cadbury eggs and opens one.
Who the Hell hid Easter candy in the cookie jar and forgot about it?! Now he's eaten his lunch, but it was a Cadbury egg, not spaghetti!