Devin just walked up to me and asked for some chocolate milk. I'm in the office in my office chair with wheels. So, I said, "Yes, you can have some chocolate milk, but you need to scoot back so that I don't run over your toes."
"ok," he said.
"Aren't I a good mommy for not running over your toes?"
"Yes," he affirmed.
He's so polite and his toes are so not smashed because I'm a good mommy.