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Friday night the stress of Henry's impending party had gotten to us. We got into an argument over the leftover chicken in a bucket of KFC.

me (taking off a piece of crispy skin): Oh, I see you grabbed the piece I had started to pillage the night we got this.
dave (annoyed that I was once again pillaging a piece of chicken): Okay, are you going to eat that entire piece of chicken now or what? I heated it up for me, but if you're going to pillage it you'd better take the whole thing and eat it.
me(consciously deciding to make a big deal out of it all, because Henry's not the only one around here who's two.): You know what, I am going to take this piece of chicken, and I'm going to take the other piece of chicken you heated up because they're both extra crispy and you always make a big deal about ordering half extra crispy and half original because you don't like the extra crispy.
dave: Are you going to eat both of those pieces?
me: Maybe. Maybe I'll just throw them out. I can do whatever I want. THEY'RE MY PIECES OF CHICKEN!
dave: I can never tell the difference between the two...

We apologized later. Much later. Like, the next day. Then we laughed hysterically.