David finished brushing his teeth the other evening and came downstairs. He announced to me, "Well, I brushed my teeth" and then continued with great disgust, "They are *always* in my mouth."
Last Sunday Ben overheard this conversation between John Michael and David:
JM: I want some milk! Get me some milk!
David: No, John, that's not how you ask. You ask like this. May I please have some milk?
Guess who got the milk?!