All three boys were in the bathroom brushing their teeth this morning. I walked out of the bathroom for a moment. When I headed back into the bathroom the following interaction occurred...
Wubba sternly said to me, "Get out of here!"
I said, "Excuse me, MISTER, you DO NOT talk to Mommy that way."
Wubba (in the sweetest voice ever): "Mommy, may you get out of here please?"
Not at all what I had in mind but I suppose it was an improvement.