The tears of joy

Lately I have taken to throwing a fit. It makes the old man stop what he is doing and give me what I want. Till today...
"Dada crakah crakah"
OM "no crackers for breakfast dude."
'I SAID GIVE ME A DAMN CRACKER YOU OLD BASTARD!!'--"WAAAHHHH WAAAAAAHHHHH CRAKAH CRAKAH WAAAAHHHHHHH"
OM "................."
'Give me a cracker you jerkface'--"WAAAAHHHHH WAAAHH WAAH WAH...crackah pleez."
OM "nope"
"WAAHH WAAAAHHHHH WAAAHHH, hmm?"--'BUT I WANT A....oh look at this little stuffed monkey, isn't he amusing'

Sleeping... or am I?

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH MAAHHH MAAHHH!! AAAAHHHHHHHH" *I just woke up and found myself to be uncomfortable, Mom can you come move me?*

Oh Man!!

sitting on the floor scribbling (not always on the paper).... hey old man this would be a good time for you to go make me some food....
"bye buh"
old man "I am going to make your lunch while you are occupied with that buddy."
"huh?"---I don't know what you just said, but I was thinking you should go make me some food.

***thirty seconds later***

"UNH UNH BEAH BEAH!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH BEAH BEAH!!!! DADA BEAH BEAH."--- I had better run to show him, he never listens to me--- "DADA!! beah beah mmm mmm mmmmmmmm beah beah"---maybe if I give this to him he'll understand---*hands the old man about a quarter inch of an orange crayon* "Muh Dada muh...beah beah mmmmmmmmmmmm"
OM "Beara ate your crayon buddy? And you want another one?"
"Yeah"---That's what I said!!
OM "Sorry I don't have anymore crayons."
"huh?"---That doesn't make any sense, I only know a few of those words you used.
OM "oh man buddy."
"MAYYONNE"---Oh I get it you aren't letting me play with anymore crayons...
*walks back to the living room... crayonless*