Tommy: Mom, I have a sore throat, can you make me some tea?
Me: Sure, baby.
Tommy: Mom, can I put in the honey?
Me: No, the water is too hot, I don’t want you to burn yourself.
Tommy: Mom, can I put the tea bag in?
Me: No, the water is too hot.
Tommy: Can I put the lid on?
Tommy: C’mon Mom, you HAVE to let me LEARN sometime! You don’t want me to be like Dad, do you?
He’ll be making his own tea from now on! [and not once have i said anything about Ruben not knowing his way around the kitchen . . . well at least not in front of the kids!]