Tyler has all of his toy tools out, and he's playing with the one that looks like a 2-way radio that construction workers would use. I was reaching that point in the evening where you are crossing the line from exhausted/frustrated, to delirious.
Tyler: "Mommy!"
Me: "Hum?"
Tyler: "Mommmyyyyy!"
Me: "What, Buddy?"
Tyler: "Mommy!"
Me: "Yes, Tyler?"
Tyler: "Mommy, look!"
Me (sitting right next to him): "What Tyler?"
Tyler: "Mommy, look at this!"
Me: "Tyler, what do you want?!"
Tyler: "Mommy, (handing me his radio), talk to the pizza guy."
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