I was over at a friend's house tonight and as it became past bedtime and the ever popular...witching hour, my friend's kids were starting to get a little slap-happy and pushy.
The three year-old, after specifically being told not to, grabbed a full glass of water and started gulping away. His dad grabbed the glass, put it on the table and looked at his son with those disciplinary, but smiling eyes and said, "Honey McChild! You are, you arrre..."
McChild ducked under his dad's arms running towards his room saying, "Sweet. I'm sweet. Sweeeeet."