Tommy: I want strawberry shake.
Me: Ask your father.
Tommy: He in potty.
Me: He could put chocolate chips in it, too. We have some. You should ask him to make you one when he gets back.
(Tom walks into room. I leave.)
Tommy: I want strawberry shake with chocolate chips.
Tom: What? No.
Tommy: Mo-om! He said no.
Tom: You don't tell Mommy on me. You tell me on Mommy!
(I walk back in.)
Tom: Did you hear what he said? He wanted some sort of shake, and then when I said no he told on me.
Me: Yeah I know. (to Tommy:) Did you say please?
Me: Did you say, "Daddy, I love you,"?
Tommy: Daddy, I yuv you.
Tom: (laughing) I'm not making a shake.
Me: (to Tommy) Tell Daddy he's young.
Tommy: Daddy, you yum!
Me: Now tell him he's skinny.
Tommy: Now you kinny.
Me: (looking down at Tom's knee brace) And not at all crippled.
Tommy: And you not kipple.
Tom: I can't believe you're teaching him this! Turning our son into a suck up!
Me: And it's working, isn't it?
Ten minutes later, Tommy is drinking a strawberry chocolate chip milkshake, served to him by his yum and kinny father. And I am getting a raspberry one, too. lol