Hoe is the resident scape-goat in our family. A mouth-retracting T-Rex affectionately named "Hoe" by Luke, Hoe has been a bad influencer from the start. After a naughty word, we'll ask Luke were he heard such a word, "Hoe said it," he'll answer. When asking why Luke pushed his baby brother, he'll reply, "Hoe did it."
Hoe's one terrible T-Rex.
Last night Mark wasn't home for dinner, which means Luke gets to decide what we'll eat. His choice, Velveeta Shells and Cheese. Kinda gross, but one of his favorites, and I'm willing to give consolations when he doesn't get to see daddy at dinner.
"Mom," Luke asked, "Can Hoe eat your Shells and Cheese?"
"No, Luke, he may not," I answered.
"Well, Hoe is NOT a carnivore," Luke replied.
"Yes, he is, Luke. He's a T-Rex and he eats meat."
"He IS a T-Rex, but he's not a carnivore, he's a Velveeta Shells and Cheesiore."
How can I compete with this?
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