"Super Wy, get out of the kitchen!" I order from the front room.
"Kay, Mom!" he replies, irritated at being busted.
I hear the food cabinet open, doggie nails clickety clacking on the hard floor, then a long pause.
"Uuuuhhhh...no, that's mine," Super Wy whines under his breath.
Another long pause, more doggie toe tapping, then another pause.
"Noooo Connor...that bread is mine," Super Wy whines a little louder.
Super Wy slams the cabinet and stomps out and into the back of the house with his fists clenched at his side. Connor doggie trots after him, still chewing on the bread.