"Mom (x7)? I'm huuuungry."
"Gus, you've had your dinner. You've had your dessert. Watch the show."
"But you never let me have anything to eat!"
"Gus, I have been shoveling food down your craw for the last three hours. (Proceeded to list all the things he'd eaten).
"But I'm still hungry! (Waah, yada yada, monkey snacks, etc. etc.)
"GUS! PLEASE! Check out Chikezie."
Long pause. Much contemplativeness. (His, not mine.)
"Mom, you're not giving me love."
"You're supposed to be giving me love, but you just keep yelling at me."
"Gus. I love you. Even when I'm yelling at you, I'm giving you love."
"But that's not how it's supposed to go. You're just supposed to give me love. That's what I want."
(Yeah, yeah, that's what he wants.)