He had asked me 100 different times, and 100 different ways, if he could bring his Easter basket to the park.
And I had said, "No..." every single time.
The back and forth badgering tennis match with a four year old was not fun.
Finally, I decided to borrow a line from Mother's everywhere...
"Dude (that's not the line)... what part of no don't you understand?? (that's the line)"
He looked at me for a minute before saying very matter of factly...
"Um... The part where you said no."
At least he's honest?