And now let's pause a brief moment and call it an interlude of full-disclosure. This is me in one of my less-attractive mothering moments:
Tristan: [slams cup down on my laptop] Juice! [While he waits for me to respond he jumps up and down on my laptop bag that has all my stuff in it.]
Me: Say "please". And also, get off my bag. That's really nice, Tristan.
Tristan: [jumps off the bag] Nice! Nice.
Me: [walking to the kitchen] Okay, that wasn't really nice. That was Mommy being sarcastic. Can you say sarcastic?
Tristan: Castic. Mmhmm. Nice! [hop, hop] Nice! [hop, jump] Nice!