First, I got up from the couch to get something and when I returned Will had stretched out on the whole couch.
“Move,” I said.
“No” he replied.
“You didn’t say ‘Please move'”.
My second example is a guest post (ha!) by my hubby Chad. He jumped up from the kitchen table the other day when he realized the trash truck was on the street and he hadn’t taken the trash to the curb.
“Oh, sh**” he cried.
“Oh, sh**” repeated Sydney, all of two years old.
“Excuse me?” he questioned.
Uh, hello, Chad, she was only repeating you!