Simon: …Well why can’t I be President? Look, here’s my campaign face.
Ethan: I’d vote for you.
Simon: I’d give all the babies milk bones.
Ethan: I’m pretty sure they just want milk.
Simon: …that’s just crazy…I love milk bones. Maybe I’ll just let them pet me.
Ethan: That just makes you happy twice…president and petting.
Simon: no it doesn’t, I hate petting. Everyone grabs your face and ears. I do like the neck though.
Ethan:oh yeah, me too.
Simon: ugh that’s gross dad.
Ethan: You know, someone actually wanted to write my name in on a ballot. Of course I’m not quite old enough yet.
Simon: or smart …
Ethan: What’d you say?
Simon: I meant good looking
Ethan: That’s it…keep digging
Simon: Better take me with you or you won’t get ANY votes.
Ethan: if you run,you better run far.
Simon: that’s just silly I don’t run…
Ethan: you prance,like a gazelle.
Ethan: Ok let’s say hi to mom. And then brush your teeth.
Simon: Mom!! is she not here?? Where’d she go?
Ethan: Dude, she’s been gone for hours…
Simon: Jinkies,dad…I was really worried. Also, I ate my toothbrush. Sorry.
Simon: let’s just stick to modelling.
Ethan: at least we can still cook bacon and campaign for animals, climate change and women’s rights.
Simon: Nachos and Cheese!! someone is eating nachos and cheese. I can smell it.
Simon: I could go for some nachos and cheese
Ethan: I am lactose intolerant are you trying to kill me?
Simon: sometimes it sticks to the roof of my mouth…
Ethan: that is not even close to the same kind of pain…
Simon: thumbs,dad..I don’t have them. Or fingers ….so much choking.
Ethan: I’ll meet you half way. Peanut butter crackers.
Simon: I don’t know,Dad. is my water bowl full?
Ethan: uhhhh??? Yes.
Simon: Deal. (Singing) Gonna eat me some food. Gonna eat me some food. Food time. Snack time. Meal time. Yum time. . . Peanut butter…🎶🎶
Simon : oh sweet Neptune, what’s that a pickle? I’ve never had a pickle…but I just know I would love it.
Ethan:Forget it,kid. You can just prance your dopey eyes back over to your crackers.
