Ok, honestly, I feel that the "L'Eggo My Eggo" sounds like two brothers fighting over something that they named Eggo. And since they both named it, they both think it's theirs and only theirs. Honestly, I don't have any clue as to what siblings fight or talk about, because I'm an only child so, here's what I think would happen one bright and early Sunday morning...
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"KIDS, TIME FOR BREAKFAST!" A tired Sharon calls from the kitchen and brings a fresh cup of coffee to her useless husband, Robert.
Timmy warily crawls out of bed, grasping his teddy bear of whom he named Eggo along with his brother John.
John was always on his way downstairs and greeted his mother with, "Have you seen my Eggo?"
"No, dear. I think Timmy has him," Sharon replied, placing down eggs and bacon for her sons.
That bitch, always stealing my things, John thinks, angrily eating his bacon. Why can't he just not take Eggo? His thought where disturbed when he say his 5 year old brother trudging down the stairs holding Eggo.
The thirteen ywar old tackled Timmy, screeching, throwing both of them to the ground. Sharon and Robert shrugged it off, because they were used to this every morning routine.
"DUDE, L'EGGO MY EGGO!" John shouted, tugging at the bear still clutched in little Timmy's hand.
Robert looked up, then at his waffles, ran to work, presented the idea, and became rich.
The end,
And that's how the term L'Eggo My Eggo came to be :3
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