Graedon has an obsession with putting things into boxes, carrying cases, lunch boxes, wipe boxes, really any kind of box that he calls his "secret box." He then insists on taking that box everywhere with him. One day, his "secret box" had a bunch of crayons in it. We had the following coversation...
Graedon-"Will you get the crayons out for me?"
Me-"No, you can do it."
Graedon-"No, I can't!"
Me-"Yes, you can. Just get them out."
Graedon-"My hands are to wittle, see. You have big hands, and I have wittle hands. I can't do it."
Oh my goodness, I cracked up. He was just matter of fact, and he meant it. Love it!
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