In the War of Words, J’s two year advantage and encyclopedic vocabulary always trump R. Today, however, Rhett won a round in the Battle of Insults based on the best rule for arguments: He who laughs first, wins.
J: Know what? I’m gonna call you a stinker.
R: Well, I gonna call you a butt.
J: Fine. I’m gonna call you a pooper scooper.
R (starting to crack a smile): A pooper scooper???
J (glaring and sounding out the syllables): Yes. A Poo-per. Scoo-per.
R (trying to suppress her giggles): Pooper Scooper. Hahahaha. Fine. I call you a. a. a…. A HOUSE!
J (mouth hung open in bewilderment): A house?
At this point R dissolved into uncontrollable laughter leaving J no choice but to join in.
Absurdity thy name is preschooler. Congressional diplomacy, meet absurdity. Perhaps you two should talk?