Boy Party

We told Martin we are going to a party this week. He said, "I am going to have a party now."

At his party they eat desserts ("zerts") and salads made of tractors, tools, cranes, Legos, and matchbox cars. But at least they put a tablecloth (the quilt) on the table (the couch cushions). 

"You have a chocolate zert and I have a brownie zert."

M: Here Daddy, you should eat more food. 

J: But I just ate three meals. 

M: Three isn't a lot...

J: I am full. 

M: Why you fool?

J: Full. Not fool.