Me: Joseph what are you doing?
Joseph: I'm putting away the groceries for you.
Me (after getting up from fainting): Good job.
Joseph: I am putting all the juices (little HUGS for the kids lunch) in the fridge.
Me: But they go in the pantry.
Joseph: If I'm the one putting it away, I get to decide where it goes.

He had the inflection perfect. Just what I say when I clean their rooms . . .