While preparing dinner a couple of days ago, my son came in and started knocking all his A-B-C magnets off the fridge and onto the floor. I told him he would have to pick them up again and in due time he got to work putting them back. It didn't take too long before he tried to coerce some help:

"Mama! Help!!!" Patting stomach. "Do by myself, tummy owie-owie!!"

Now what mother can resist that kind of logic? Cheeky monkey!