Me: Victor, have this special treat.
Victor: I don’t like the crunchy middle. I’ll just spit that out.
Me: That was a pill that I needed you to take. Fine, we’ll have to do this the hard way – tilt your head back . . .
Victor: Unhand me, fiend!! Bleah, ptoo.
Henry: Look at Victor – his mouth is foaming!
Victor: Pphla, phpla – I’ve been poisoned, phphph!
Henry: Victor has a big pink foamy beard – he looks like Freaky Santa!
Me: Oh no! I’m really sorry, but please try to not foam all over the white rug.
Victor: The. Trust. Is. Gone. phphph
