For added fun, here's a few one-sided conversations I've had with my son in recent days:
-Tonight’s dinner is chicken, not my shoulder.
-Come here, and please tell me that’s not poop on your face.
-That’s very nice Sawyer, but kisses are for Mommy and Daddy, not the random little boy you just walked up to.
-Seriously, stop biting me.
-Your foot? Really? Why can’t you be like a normal kid and suck on your thumb or a pacifier?