(at least mine is)
This morning I was playing on the floor with Carter and noticed he had a seriously snotty nose (poor teething kiddo). So I asked Brooks,
"Could you grab a tissue for Carter, please?"
Brooks walks over to the counter where the tissues are and he comes back with my glasses. "Here you go mama."
"No sweetheart. I asked for a tissue. Could you please bring me a tissue?"
He walks back over by the tissues and brings back my hair mousse. (Seriously, kid??)
"No, a tissue. Carter needs a tissue."
This time he brings me the digital camera. So now I have received three non-tissue items and Carter has proceeded to wipe his snot all over my pants.
"Brooks! I need a tissue. Ti-ssue. Please bring Mama a tissue. Yep, over there. That's the tissue box. Puuuuuulll out a tissue. Good job. Now bring. it. to. me."
He finally brought me a tissue. And I used it to wipe up my pants.
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