Case in point.
Hey toddler. If you are hiding, don't announce to the whole world that you are hiding in the bathroom. It sort of defeats the purpose.
No, Louisa. Your bottom does not smell good.
Annie, can I ask why Polly Pocket is reclining in your cereal? Is she having milk bath?
The toddler wants to borrow my car. Should I be worried? Maybe I'll just let her mother handle that one when she comes to pick her up.
There's a chicken in my pants! (thank you little people for making plastic chickens that are rather easy to hide in dirty laundry piles on the floor, I'm rather glad they didn't lay eggs while they were in there. Just sayin')