2019.05.27 Chip Off The Old Snark

Simon finally emerges after sleeping in.

Me: "Hey there, Simon. Sorry buddy, I already ate your breakfast."

Simon, with a straight face: "No you didn't." No, I didn't.

Simon disappears into the dining room. "But there is an ant crawling on my breakfast; maybe it ate some."

Me: "Did you make it spit it out? [Simon impersonation]'Give it back, you little bastard!'[/impersonation]"

Simon: "I think it knows who its mother is."

Close enough. Touché, little buddy.