Slaves

I had to tell you all this cute conversation that I had with my son this morning.

Adam: Mommy, get me the washclosh.

Mommy: No.

Adam: Mommy, will you pleeeeease get me the washclosh?

Mommy: Yes, since you asked nicely, but just a minute okay?

Adam: Okay. It's right there.

I continue doing whatever it was I was doing.

Adam: Mommy it's right there, on the counter.

I walk past it to give something to Rowan.

Adam: Mommy, the washclosh is on the counter. Can I have it....Please?

Mommy: Yes. Here you go you little slavedriver.

Adam in syrupy-sweet voice: Thank you...Slave.