So, I think I came in on the middle of this conversation because I have no idea what led up to it.
Rowan: For no reason! For no reason! For no REEEEAAASON! For no reeaaaiiison! For no raaaiison! For no RAISIN! FOR NO RAISIN!
Joel: Why are you saying it like that?
Lucy: (NOT amused) For no raisin. Obviously.
Fast forward a week.
Me: Rowan, take your plate to the sink if you’re done.
Rowan: I can’t! I’m a old man! Uuuuuugggghhhhhh!!!
(Proceeds to stagger around as if his arms don’t work and his legs only just.)
Me: (trying not to laugh) I’m not sure which old man you’re emulating, but all the ones I know can take their plates to the sink.
Lucy: I can’t take my plate either! I’m an ooold laaayyydeeee! (with some sort of weird southern accent?)
(Lots of staggering and groaning, no taking plates to the sink.)
(I am laughing. Joel is not.)
Rowan: Join us, Dada! UUUUGHH I’M A OLD MAN!!
Lucy: Uuuhhhhhhggghhh, I’m an ooooold ladyyyyy! (flops) (Still with a southern accent)
Me: Yeah, Dada! (Old lady southern accent) Join us! But when ya get old! Ya get from the south! Fer no raisin!