You Get What You Give

Thomas and I were leaving the library to come back home. He was getting in his seat in the car and trying to buckle up. He was struggling, what with all the talking and messing around and not doing what I asked him to do.

In my best sing-song "I'm trying not to be frustrated" voice I say, "Not doing what I asked."

Without hesitation, in exactly the same sing-sing voice he answers, "Don't have 3 hands."

I helped him buckle and tried to hold in the giggles.