I asked Isaiah to feed the cat. This is something I ask at least twice a day (morning and evening). This time was apparently different, though. Instead of trotting off to feed the cat, Isaiah came to me, near hysterics.
Isaiah: But Mama!!!!!
Isaiah: But Mama! Why you tell me to bathe the cat????
Me: I didn’t. I asked you to feed him.
*Isaiah walks off to fill the cat’s bowl*
Me: What would you do if I asked you to bathe the cat?
Isaiah: I would do it.
Isaiah: Yes! I would do it in a giant mud puddle!!