Izzy dumped out his box of coloring books and puzzles this morning, so after breakfast I told him he couldn't leave his room until he picked them all up. He whines and carries on a while, then he hollers for me, saying that he needs a little help now.
I go in there and there's only four or five more things that need put in the box, so I sit on Izzy's bed and tell him that I'll point to what else needs to go in the box and he can put them up.
He sits down on his little yellow chair, pulls up the green stool and puts his feet up, crosses his arms, and says to me very seriously, "I can't, Mommy. I'm sitting now. Like Daddy." Then he turns his head and stares out the window.