Tonight as I was handing Austin his plate of dinner and an apple that I had just cut up for him, he made the astute observation:
"Mom, it looks like you're my servant, but you're not."
I stopped and gave him "the look". (If you're a mom, you know what "the look" is. I try to use it sparingly so it will get the desired effect, when necessary.)
"You're not, you're not! I said, you're not!" he exclaimed.
That lead to a little discussion on how he was big enough to do better at taking his own dishes to the sink or dishwasher, etc.
We'll see if he's old enough to have a guilty conscience that I can use to my advantage.
Somehow, I doubt it.