"Orange?" Bruce says when he thinks about the cheese patting his fingers together nervously.
Clint doesn't frown even though he wants to, he's got more nerves then a four year old should have. He kind of misses the mediating relaxed Bruce.
"Well it's not called orange." Clint smiles, "There are different flavors of orange." Clint laughs.
"You wanna try a couple see what you want?" He asks.
"I want sharp cheddar myself, What are you going to have Matty." Clint smiles and Bruce laughs a little.
"Why does he call you Matty? My mommy calls me Brucey." He says still looking tense but relaxing a little. "Can she come here? Only here not my daddy." He says looking up at the two me trying to see if he can take advantage of this. He's always be smart.
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Clint doesn't frown even though he wants to, he's got more nerves then a four year old should have. He kind of misses the mediating relaxed Bruce.
"Well it's not called orange." Clint smiles, "There are different flavors of orange." Clint laughs.
"You wanna try a couple see what you want?" He asks.
"I want sharp cheddar myself, What are you going to have Matty." Clint smiles and Bruce laughs a little.
"Why does he call you Matty? My mommy calls me Brucey." He says still looking tense but relaxing a little. "Can she come here? Only here not my daddy." He says looking up at the two me trying to see if he can take advantage of this. He's always be smart.