Tonight, at supper, Cole said his remote controlled transformer is broken. He said that Daddy tried to replace the batteries and it still doesn't work so it must be broken.
I gave him my most sympathetic face and said, "That's frustrating" but offered no solutions.
Amelia, however, piped up with, "I'll FIX IT, COLE!" and when he smiled at me and then looked at her and said, "But Amelia..." she held up a pudgy finger to him and said, "SHHHHH! I'll fix it," then she looked very seriously and spoke carefully (like she had a mouthful of cashews, which is how she talks), "I have my OWN scissors!"