At the Dinner Table

Beedle: I have a "Pear-able"...There once was a shepherd who lost his pear. Then he found it and then he at it. There's my pear-able.

James: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Beedle: I have a Broccoli-ache! I'm really tired of eating it. I'm getting full!

Gus: You mean "Broccoli-ful"?

James: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Mom ate a bite of macaroni from Beedle's plate)

Beedle: Stop! You Macaroni Thief! (Now using the Jedi mind trick and waiving his hand) You will not take my macaroni again.

James: UUUHHHHH!!!!

Dad: James, do you like your chicken?

James: Bock! Bock!...........Ah Done!

Gracie: Macaroni is so great!

Beedle: I wish Consuelo didn't resist. The policeman should take her to jail.

Everyone: What?

(We sort of convinced Beedle that the housekeeper at the last hotel we stayed at, whom we named Consuelo, had taken his room key so that was why we had to leave the hotel. Beedle would live in a hotel if he could.)


You never know what will come out of the mouth of youth at the Dinner Table!