While traveling to preschool with the two boys, Cornell was sharing a bag of pretzels with Conway. With one eye in the rear view mirror, I noticed Cornell dropping pretzels on the floor. I fussed and told him to stop. He passed the bag to Conway, who promptly dumped the entire lot into the floor of the car. Losing my cool, I begged, "Bud, help me out. Don't teach your brother to do bad things. Don't teach him to throw things in the floor, or hit..."
"Or smoke", Cornell added.
How could I argue with that.
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