When it was time for me to brush Isaac's teeth tonight, I had a hard time getting him away from the shampoo bottles. He had opened all of them, and he wanted to hold them out one at a time for me to smell. I obligingly sniffed the conditioner and remarked on its apricot scent, but then I insisted he abandon the bottles and come over so I could brush his teeth.
Instead he said, "I won't do anything for you unless you do something for me."
I must have had quite an expression on my face, because before I could even begin to plan my response to this remarkable statement, he immediately came over to me and opened his mouth.
And as I began to brush his teeth, I couldn't resist saying, "I am doing something for you."
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But I'm sure he first heard that line from me. (I probably said it as I refused to play with him until he opened the back door to let the dog in, or something like that.) I don't know if I hate it or love it when my own devices are turned against me.
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