Sitting down to a heaping plate of scones, the boys start arguing about where they want to sit.
G:"I want to sit ova dare, 'cuth datth where da one I bit ith."
R:"Well, I want to sit THERE, because the one I want is right THERE."
G:"Well, I not movin'."
Boogie, who has been observing this whole exchange, sighs, reaches out, and turns the plate. Problem solved.