Dont teach your children this.
Conversation that took place sometime after school one day when I was feeling rather juvenile. Juvenile is mom speak for “what was I thinking?”.
Russell: I want a juice bag
Me: You’re a juice bag
Russell: No I’m not. You’re a juice bag.
Me: No. You are.
Russell: No, Mom. You are. You’re a juice bag. Uh huh. Now can I have one?
Me: One what?
Russell: A juice bag Mom, a juice bag.
Me: You’re a juice bag.
Now what do you think he calls his sister?