Me: Hey, Boone. Don’t pull that stack of burp cloths down please.

Boone: I’m just going to pull it.

Me: I said don’t pull it.

Boone: Just a little pull.

Me: No, because they’ll all fall over and I’ll have to clean them up.

Boone: Yeah?

Me: Yeah.

Boone: I’m pulling.

Me: You’ve got all these toys right in front of you. Here, this one plays music.

Boone: It plays the same piano riff every time you hit it.

Me: Okay, I admit it’s a bit annoying, but this should still be new and wondrous for you.

Boone: Really.

Me: How can you be so cynical? You’re not even one-year-old.

Boone: My brain is developing at an exponential rate. That damn piano riff got old about a day after I discovered it.

Me: You don’t seem bored with your winky.

Boone: I know, right? That thing has endless entertainment possibilities.

Me: Here, play with this.

Boone: What is it?

Me: It’s a little plastic frog thing.

Boone: Hey, Wyatt! I’m going to pull on this stack of burp cloths!

Wyatt: Wahoo!