Kids

So my son asked could he have some more Goldfish to snack on. I say no, wait for dinner. Couple of minutes later he strolls by me, mouth full like a little squirrel. I call him over, my tone is stern and I demand to know what he's chewing. I was convinced he had disobeyed me. He say "broccoli." The same raw broccoli I was preparing to steam for dinner. I can't even be mad at you little one.