Tommy walks up to me, leans in really close, cups my face in his hands, and whispers, "Peeeeeeeeeeetsa."
"You want pizza?"
"You want milk?"
"You want water?"
I look over at the couch, at the water bottle he had to set down in order to come cup my face in his hands to ensure that I pay the utmost attention to his little toddler grocery list. "Isn't that your water bottle right there?"
"Alright." And he walks away to go drink his water. I have no idea what any of this accomplished.