In the car after a morning of appointments and errands Gavin had successfully destroyed the backseat with snack wrappers, markers, and books. As I was driving towards our house I told him, "Put on your helping hat and be ready to help clean up this vehicle."
In the rear view mirror I see him put on his imaginary hat, whistles (pretending to be the wind) with eyeballs rolling, and says, "Oh Mom, sorry I can't help. The wind blew away my helping hat."
Clever, right? My response while stifling a laugh, "Well the windows are rolled up and there is no wind in here, so find the hat!"
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