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With a side of Pixy Stix

Jon's suggestion for an appropriate school lunch:  a sugar-cube sandwich.

I call the fruit salad "Carmen Miranda"

Robert said, "I call the last piece of ice cream cake." Pause "I call it 'Fred'".

Spot on as usual

I have two things that I ask the boys to do when they get home:  put their lunch sacks in the kitchen and leave their homework and other papers out for me to see.  I asked Jon what I wanted him to do, and he said, "Hang up my backpack and whine and cry?"

It's like he can read my mind

Jon yells, for no discernible reason, "MOM!  It's all your fault."  I think to myself, "Why, because I gave birth to you?"  He continues, "For giving birth to me!"

"Pay up, or Dolly gets it!"

One of Jon's friends wrote him a very polite note requesting that he write her back, since she has sent him a couple notes without a response.  I mentioned it would be the nice thing to do, and he said, "I'll write her a note.  A ransom note!"

No birthday presents for you!

I was having a sweet moment with Jon last night, and said, "I can't believe you are going to be seven."  And he said, "I can believe you stink."

What do you want for free?

Jon was looking at Twitter with me and said, "Only 140 characters? I thought there was 150! Ripoff!"