I look down into Joseph's tear-filled eyes.
"Mommy, Weetub (aka Jacob) ate all my tator-tots!"
"He did! Oh no!" I replied sympathetically.
"Yea, he ate this many!" he declared with feeling as he held up his finger in the shape of a hook.
"That many?" I looked shocked.
Then Jacob looks over his shoulder at us and in a deep and menacing two-year old voice defends his actions.
"Bwa ah ah ah ah ah!"
Who knew two-year olds could laugh like that?
Now, what was I saying before?