Tedium

This is a real conversation we had the other day in the car. I jotted it down because it is a prime example of why some days I think I will go stark raving fucking mad.

Cai: Mama, do you have any cwackers?
Me: No.
Cai: Mama, do you have any cwackers?
Me: No.
Cai: What cwackers Mama?
Me: What?
Cai: What cwackers Mama?
Me: I don’t have any crackers Cai.
Cai: What cwackers?
Me: Cai, what are you talking about?
Cai: Did you bwing any cwackers?
Me: No.
Cai: You didn’t?
Me: No.
Cai: Oh, no! (Very upset now) Papa?
Jaya: Yes son?
Cai: Papa, mama didn’t bwing any cwackers!
Jaya: Oh, well. You’ll get some later.
Cai: Papa?
Jaya: Yes, son?
Cai: Papa, did you bwing any cwackers?
Jaya: No.
Cai: Mama?
Me: Yes?
Cai: I weally, weally want some cwackers, cause they is my fa-vowite.
Me: I know son.
Cai: Mama, they are my vewy, vewy fa-vowite.
Me: I know son, maybe later.
Cai: Mama?
Me: Yes, son?
Cai: Are you sure you didn't bwing any cwackers?
Me: Yes, I am.
Cai: Mama?
Me: Yes, son?
Cai: Did you check?