So, I decided to sneak some fat girl food this morning. Of course, this means I'm going to go eat a brownie in the restroom (don't judge).
I'm on my way to the bathroom and I very quickly and stealthily grab the brownie container and try to get into the bathroom without Cyrus.
He saw me grab the brownies and sped up to join me in the bathroom. I locked him out. Here's the conversation that ensued through the locked door:
Cyrus: "What is that?"
Me: "None of your business"
Cyrus: "Is that a brownie?"
Cyrus: "Gimme one!"
Me: "I'm not giving you a brownie"
Cyrus runs away screaming. Thirty seconds later, he comes back:
Cyrus: "Let me in!!"
Me: "I'm not letting you in"
He runs away screaming again.
About a minute later, he comes back to the door.
Cyrus: "I want a brownie"
Cyrus runs off screaming for a third time.
At this point, I'm done with my fat girl moment and feel bad about not sharing my brownie. I come out and find that his sister has graciously given him a piece of chocolate. Sometimes, it's good to be the littlest one.