Me: "#4 please clear the table."
#4: "the whole thing!!"
#4: "But the chicken bucket is full! I can't clear the whole thing!"
Me: "Yes, you can."
the whining begins
Mother asks him if he needs some cheese to go with his whine.
He throws all the paper plates in the trash and just came triumphantly into the living room (where I am).
"Mom! It was so easy! and there were only crumbs so I used my sleeve to wipe the table." as he waves his sweater sleeve in the air, showing me all crumbs and mashed in goulash in the arm of his sweater. He is very proud of himself.