I just told Wyatt that the little B2 he's playing with is grounded until he finishes his lunch. That didn't go over well, so he thought for a moment before conjuring his best serious face and saying, "Mommy, I'm afraid I don't want you in our family anymore."
I laughed. Creativity points to W.
But what he said next actually hurt me:
"Mom, I'm sending you to Missouri."