CakeGloria made a cake with Eli 4.6 yesterday. Then she tried to ice it.
"Put that down... No, stop grabbing that... Let go of that... Argghhh!... I can't decorate this cake if you keep grabbing everything."
Eli 4.6 growled. I did everything I could to not burst out laughing.
"Are you listening to me?" she asked.
"The PROBLEM," he said, "is I just don't know HOW to listen." He then grabbed for something.
"I mean it," Gloria said, "you're about to get a timeout."
"Dude, back away from the mom," I said. "Slowly."
A few minutes later, the icing was completed without casualties or fatalities.
"Mommy, can I have some cake?" Eli asked.
"Not until after dinner," Gloria said.
"What about you, Daddy?" Eli asked.
"Hmm. I'm not sure," I said. "Am I allowed to have some cake?"
"Daddy can decide when to eat cake because he's a grown-up," Gloria said.
"Woo hoo!" I said. "I'm a grown-up!"