Me: 4-year-old: Me: Nachos. 4-year-old: With cheese
mozzarella-ella-ella
A paddy melt!!
Kermits finger
Naan sense!
Well... If it's any constellation..."
If you're not on your knees, he's not interested and you know what they say, abstinence makes the Church grow fondlers.
Me: It's when we thank the one who provided our food. 4-year-old: We thank the microwave
Eric Clapton wouldn't let a bag of cocaine fall out a window.
That's Nachos.
Glock-amole