Good Grief!

I give the boys their dinner, and step into the bathroom. Suddenly I hear screaming, yelling, MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! I am thinking "what the hell if going on?". I am rushing out of the bathroom, pulling everything up as I am sprinting into the kitchen. What is the emergency? J needs a fork. Ah..yeah. Thank God they can't read my mind! "Are you #@&*ing kidding me?"