Conversation over peanut butter and jelly sandwiches . . .
Me: Do you want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
Elijah: Yes. I want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Me: [Moments later] Here is your sandwich. Do you want me to cut it?
Elijah: Yes. I want you to cut it.
Me: [I cut the sandwich in half.]
Elijah: [While smacking the table silly] No! No! Don't cut my sandwich! [While flailing onto the table] I don't want a sandwich!?!?
Me: You told me to cut it.
Elijah: No! No! I don't want a sandwich.
Me: [After making my sandwich] Do you want this sandwich?
Elijah: Yes. [Moving the other plate to the other side of the table] Yes, I want that sandwich.
Me: Man, you're crazy.
Elijah: I'm not crazy!
Me: Yes, you are. You told me to cut the sandwich. You're crazy.
Elijah: I'm not crazy!
Me: [I'm sitting down eating the sandwich that was cut in half. I'm also drinking some milk.]
Elijah: [With peanut butter muffling his words] Sorry about touching your stuff. [He says sweetly, reverting back to something he had done earlier that morning.]
Me: It's ok. Just don't touch my stuff, ok?
Elijah: Are you drinking milk? Do you like your sandwich?
Me: Yes, I'm drinking milk. And, yes, I like my sandwich.
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He can be sweet.
But, officially, he's crazy!
Elijah: Yes. I want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Me: [Moments later] Here is your sandwich. Do you want me to cut it?
Elijah: Yes. I want you to cut it.
Me: [I cut the sandwich in half.]
Elijah: [While smacking the table silly] No! No! Don't cut my sandwich! [While flailing onto the table] I don't want a sandwich!?!?
Me: You told me to cut it.
Elijah: No! No! I don't want a sandwich.
Me: [After making my sandwich] Do you want this sandwich?
Elijah: Yes. [Moving the other plate to the other side of the table] Yes, I want that sandwich.
Me: Man, you're crazy.
Elijah: I'm not crazy!
Me: Yes, you are. You told me to cut the sandwich. You're crazy.
Elijah: I'm not crazy!
Me: [I'm sitting down eating the sandwich that was cut in half. I'm also drinking some milk.]
Elijah: [With peanut butter muffling his words] Sorry about touching your stuff. [He says sweetly, reverting back to something he had done earlier that morning.]
Me: It's ok. Just don't touch my stuff, ok?
Elijah: Are you drinking milk? Do you like your sandwich?
Me: Yes, I'm drinking milk. And, yes, I like my sandwich.
.
.
.
.
.
He can be sweet.
But, officially, he's crazy!











