Last night I was in the shower and Noah came in to the bathroom cyring. He was upset because he had spilled his milk. I told him I would take care of it when I got out in a couple minutes. He walked into my room, just after I had gotten dressed and this was our conversation:
Me: Hey Noah, what's going on?
Noah (with a big sigh and a roll of his eyes): Come on Mom, I will show you the problem.