Bald Man and I have a “divide and conquer” mentality now that we are the parents of three (how DID we allow ourselves to be outnumbered?). He had a doctor’s appointment Saturday morning, and I had to take our daughter to swim lessons. So I said, “I can take ONE boy to swim lessons, but not both.” I could envision one of them running into the pool (Jake) while I tried desperately to wrangle the second and keep HIM from crawling into the pool (Luke).
So anyway, Bald Man says, “You can even pick which one you’ll take.” Easy. I’m taking Luke. I can still put him in the baby backpack carrier and work with Samantha hands free. So we told Jake he’d be going with Daddy in the morning.
Jake wakes up Saturday morning, “Daddy! I hafa take you to the docors for your booboo!” He so wants to take care of everyone. 
Lately he’s been creeping in each morning whispering, “Daddy, I hafta ax Mommy a qeschon.”
So I say, “No, Mommy’s sleeping, and you’ve already woken me up. What do you need?”
And he says, “Wookie’s crying. I go help him.”
He’s so “helpful” when everyone else wants to sleep.