"Snotty brat, don't talk blasphemy about your elders."
"This childist!" Said the second kid
"Humph, They are calling it childism?" He grumbled in the thoughts of his taxes.
Theo snorted his toothy grin as a child was chewing the nougat bar back to school, the kid had his sugery bites as he let him talk crud about it. The kids feet itched, going backward as the Theo kept talking to himself.
"Ha, they don't know what I do in entertainment, what a silly dumb kid, what will they think next? Antism? Fartism? Toffeeism when I bite into it, what the b-OOOOOOOFH"
Is was that time when the kid had hit him in the money shot, with the mortification that Theo has collapsed while the other kids ran away, unamused with all the antics.
That was it, he could not comprehend the new ideas in his silly dad brain, nor that he could.