Lucas: All Done!
Smiling Mama: Okay Lucas you may get down and play in the living room while Mama and Dada finish eating.
L: hoping down from his booster chair Okay!
Lucas runs to the bottom of the stairs
L: Watch TB
SM: No TV. Lucas. You may play with your trucks or piano or any other toys.
Lucas's shoulders droop, his chin drops, he looks up with major puppy dog eyes
SM: Sorry, buddy, no TV
L: pointing finger at Mama NO! BABE! WATCH TV!
Suddenly a spark of hope flickers in Lucas's eyes, he puts on his flirty smile and says...
L: Dada! Mama slkeoiha lkatoieh aslsdlihekx (words unintelligible, but meaning very clear-- Dada, tell Mama she's just being silly and that I can watch TV)
Dada: Desperately trying to hold in his laugh Sorry buddy.