My two year old daughter just swaggered up behind me, belly thrust out over her pull-up. She gave me a one-eyed squint and ordered me to "Stick up!"
When I raised my eyebrow, she put both hands over her mouth and tee-hee'd elaborately for a moment. "Oh, I forgot," she said.
"Stick up!" She reached into her diaper and after a moment of rummaging around extracted a whale shaped squirt gun, which she brandished at me. "Up! Mama, up!"
"What are you going to do? Squirt me?" I was genuinely curious.
"Oh, I forgot." She tapped the muzzle, ah, snout of the whale against her pursed lips, eyes searching the ceiling for some fitting conclusion to this episode. "Mama!"
"Stick up!" I throw my hands in the air again.
"Okay, but only because you said please."