Rhys: What are we drinking for dinner mom?
Bria: You’re having milk.
Rhys: But I want Pepsi. (he’s not allowed to have Pepsi by-the-way)
Rhys: Well, if I was a King in a Castle then I would have Pepsi for dinner.
Bria: I’m sure you would.
Bria: Rhys, do you want a haircut soon?
Rhys: No, I wanna be a rock star.
Rhys: Mom, this milk smells like garbage.
Bria: (slowly looking up from my lunch) What do you mean it smells like garbage?
Rhys: Well, whenever I drink milk I always breathe it in…and this milk smells like garbage. (as he drinks the rest)
Rhys: Mom, why is there a penguin on the bottle?
Bria: Because the wine is called “The Little Penguin”.
Rhys: Oh, I see. Someone caught a penguin, chopped it all up and made it into wine?