Ira was holding the refrigerator door open this morning while I was making his toast..."Can I have yogurt?" he asks me. "After breakfast" I said. "Can I have a cookie?" he asks next. "After breakfast" I reply. "Can I have beer?" he asks. And Eli shouts, exasperated, from the next room "Geez, Ira...AFTER BREAKFAST!"
Then: Ira notices what I'm doing and, "NOoooooooo! I don't want jelly! I want that stuff that comes outta bee's butts!"
So..."Will you put the jelly back for me?" I ask Ira. He throws himself down flat on the floor and groans deeply, "I'm tired of being your helper."
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