This morning we are driving to the boy's preschool. From the back seat R says, " Mommy you always pick me up right." (He had a rough start to his school year and has not always been excited about going. We have made lots of progress...no tears, but reassurance that I will return for him in the afternoon is appreciated.) So, as usual I respond, "That's right I always pick you up!"
Next, he turns to his older brother and says, "You always pick me up too, right Bubba?" To which B replies, "No, I can hardly get you off the ground!"