The Attorney

So my parents always said I should be a lawyer because I can argue with a wall. Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Listen to this "conversation" between John and Mark last night in the car:

M: Put my blankie back here by me.

J: No, your blankie is up here with us until you say you're sorry for not listening to my words.

M: Parents aren't supposed to have blankies.

J: We don't. We just have yours because you weren't listening to our words.

M: Well, I'll come get it.

J: You can't, you're strapped in your seat.

M: Well I'll get out.

J: You can't. I tightened it already.

M: Well, Mr. Incredible will help me.

J: Mr. Incredible isn't real.

M: Yes he is. He's right there.

J: Where?

M: He's running beside the car.

J: He can't run as fast as a car.

M: Yes he can- just like Dash.

J: I'm gonna lock the doors so he can't get in.

M: Well, he'll break open the door.

J: No, I won't let him.

M: Oh. Well, I'm not ready to say sorry yet.

J: YES!! I WON!

I don't know, maybe its not funny if you weren't there but I was laughing so hard. Just listening to the two of them go back and forth was cracking me up.
We've got a long road ahead of us folks!