Last night, as I was indulging my inner Microsoft Money 2006 (TM) Nerd, Tyler espied a box of Cheez-its on the computer desk.

Tyler: Want some of dem clackahs, mama. (May I please have a cracker, mother?
Windy: No, baby. You've already brushed your teeth.

Tyler gets very pensive, then looks at me with a serious face.
Tyler: Mama, leave.
Windy: What?
Tyler: Go away. Close yours eyes.
(Windy shuts eyes)
Tyler: Close yours eyes harder, mama!
(Windy squinches face)
Tyler grabs the box of Cheez-its, as if to say, I didn't want you to have to see that.