“Why does this bread have old glue on it?”
Son, that’s butter.
“Oooooh. Butter. (licks the bread) Why are you eating a black and white cookie and I’m only just eating some celery?”
Because I already ate my lunch. And because I’m the daddy.
“And you’re a biiiiiiiig daddy. When I grow up I’m going to be a big daddy like you.”
(Daddy puts down the cookie)