Four Years Later...
"ASHER JOHNATHAN MCCARTHY, GET YOUR CUTE LITTLE BUTT DOWN HERE, RIGHT NOW!!"
"U-uh momma, I haven't got a death wish"
Urgh!!, Ace you ass, I know they've learned that from you.
"IF YOU DON'T COME DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW, I'M CANCELLING YOUR PARTY AND SENDING EVERYONE HOME WITH YOUR PRESENTS!!"
There was no answer but I could hear a slight whimper as well as heavy breathing coming from my son letting me know that he's not happy with my threat.
"FINE!!, I'M JUST GONNA GO AND CALL THE CANDY MAN AND TELL HIM NOT TO BOTHER BRINGING ALL OF THE CANDY HERE FOR YOUR PARTY BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN A NAUGHTY BOY!!"
"Woah momma, chill ok, surely we can negotiate about this"
What the f**k?.
"Negotiate? Asher, where did you learn a word like that?"
"From dad, I heard him say it to
