Ethan: Mom, sometimes I have to stay up all night because I can't sleep without a night-night song.
Me: I'm so sorry! What song do you like me to sing?
Ethan: Rockabye Baby. The only thing I don't like about that song is that the babies die.
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Me: Ethan, would you help me stir this pudding?
Ethan: Can we use the mixer?
Me: No, we're just going to use our arms.
Ethan: But then we'll get so messy!
Me: ... Oh, no...not just our arms. We're going to use this wisk.
Ethan: Ooh, I want to help!
