Me: "Ben, you need to pick those up."
Ben: "I don't want to."
Me: "Ben, please pick up the cheerios you dropped."
Ben: "No, I don't want to pick them up. It's not my fault. It's your fault."
Eventually, he picked them up. Ten minutes later he says to me, "mom, you're a really nice girl."
You can't help but love that little guy!





