My two boys both had a doctor’s appointment yesterday.  On the way there, Jeffrey was playing with his toys that he brought.  He was being very creative and I sort of was drowning it out until I kept hearing:

Jeffrey:  Open the hatch, fire the missile.

(a few seconds later)

Jeffrey:  Open the hatch, fire the missile.

Jeffrey:  Open the hatch, fire the missile.

Me:  Who are you talking to?

Jeffrey:  You.  Bumblebee (his transformer) got hurt because you didn’t open the hatch fast enough.  You didn’t fire the missile and now he’s hurt.

Me:  Who is going to help him?

Jeffrey:  Astro Boy will come to save him.  But next time, open the hatch (an imaginary one of course) when I say it.

Needless to say, I paid more attention for the rest of the trip.

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