Because The Boy is Just That Funny…

…another quick post.
Ian is fond of giving his cars little “nesting” areas, and I am no hunter of toys, so I often miss a few that are tucked under sofa cushions or resting between two dish rags in the kitchen drawer. Tonight I gathered some of the toys that were scattered around the house while Ian and Mackenzie cleaned their rooms before bed. My help and Ian’s nesting tendencies led to this very brief, but equally as validating conversation between Mom and Boy.
Boy: (very cross with furrowed brow) Mom! You forgot to get my car!
Mom: Well, it’s your car, so it’s your problem.
Boy: No, it isn’t. It’s not my prob… Oooooh yeeeeah. It is my problem. You’re right.