Tonight at dinner, D made several requests for more yogurt, which we politely declined in favor of pushing more mac and cheese or grilled cheese (yeah, I know, infinitely superior options). In frustration, he finally turned to me and said,
Big smile from the big boy.
I glanced at Chris, who was staring at D with a befuddled look on his face. Chris finally turned to me with raised eyebrows, so I asked, "D, do you know what the word cooperate means?"
He scored the yogurt.