Ultimate Touche

Conversation of boys contemplating what kind of candy to get at the store:

Oldest: Oh, why do you have to get the same flavor as mine?

Me: He can get whatever kind he wants, it doesn't matter.

I'm the youngest so I've seen this conversation before. Both candies go through the line at the same time and the cashier hands them to me. I hand them to the kids.

Oldest, knowing he's being a smart ass: This one isn't mine.

I don't know where it came from,  I blurted out: Yes it is. I know it is because I spit on yours.

Oldest: Touche, mom. Touche.