M's M's

Mommy I want some Ms Ms. Sorry, Ernie. No. You need to eat your breakfast first. Mommy I want Ms Ms.  What about 3s or Ws or Es, Ernie? Mommy I want M's M's.  Ernie, finish your breakfast.  (I was exhausted and in bed at this point, Evelyn was down for her nap, Dru was too - he's the culprit in the exhaustion today, had me up all night - he's home from school again - new round of antibiotics, i was trying to catch a few Zs).  Mommy I want Ms Ms.  Gene was on a call the whole time.  Ernie tried to whittle down daddy's senses.  Daddy I want M's M's.  Ernie, Mommy told you to finish your breakfast (oh, why you might wonder that it's this late in the day and he hasn't finished his breakfast? We're working on that - the whole finishing what you asked for thing) ... I pull the covers over my head and Ernie goes tearing out in the kitchen. Gets the stepstool.  Grabs the jumbo bag of peanut M&M's. Gene puts it up higher and puts away the step stool.  Ernie grabs a chair from the kitchen.  Finds skittles (the same bag that's been there since I hosted church lady bunco in September - wish I could say the same for the M&M's) brings them to Gene.  No, Ernie - not until you eat your breakfast!  When Ernie saw Gene eating the Skittles - how fast did he start eating his breakfast!!!  LOL!!