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The Most Ridiculous Argument of All Time

I've heard a lot of ridiculous arguments. I've been involved in a lot of those ridiculous arguments. Okay, I've started my share of ridiculous arguments. But I think I just witnessed the most ridiculous argument ever.

Let me set the stage for you...

The family went out for a treat. We first ended up at Cold Stone. My 9 year old got a caramel apple, my 7 year old, an ice cream. Then we noticed the evil "Hot One" light was on at Krispy Kreme, so of course had to go there next. On the way home, the boys kept complaining that they were really full---

And thus began the most ridiculous argument of all time:

Me:  Let me see your food babies.
Them: (Both show me their food babies)
Me: What are you going to name them?
9 Yr Old:  Guster!
7 Yr. Old:  Shawn. Shawn Spencer. Mine's named Shawn Spencer.
9 Yr Old:  No Wait. Mine's called Shawn Spencer. You call yours Gus.
7 Yr Old:  (Yelling) No! I named mine Shawn Spencer first!

9 Yr Old:  (Also Yelling) My food baby's name is Shawn! Shawn Spencer! Change yours!
7 Yr Old:  NO!
9 Yr Old:  (Trying to sound reasonable) Mine can be the young Shawn Spencer and yours can be the old Shawn Spencer.
7 Yr Old:  NO!
Me: Can't you both just name your food babies Shawn Spencer?
Both of Them:  (Yelling, Crying, Gnashing of Teeth) NO!!!!

You get the gist of it. It went on for an hour. There was some light punching involved and no resolution. They started watching Bob's Burgers and forgot about it, thus ending The Most Ridiculous Argument of All Time. Thank goodness for Netflix!

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