My younger brother eats all the shit. My mom got tired:
Drink three glasses of milk and get your chips.
small in panic, natural, milk for him sho cyanide potassium
But he drank his heart, received his “reward” and went to his room.
I walk past his room and hear:
(Lovefully addressing the chipsets laid down on the table) my sweet, family, good... how I suffered for you...