Nathanism

Me: Nathan, back away from the stove. I'm cooking.

Nathan: No, mommy, no. Up. Up.

Me:The stove is hot and dangerous. I'll pick you up in a minute.

Nathan(while trying to get between me and the stove with its bubbling hot pots): Now mommy!

Me(after a few rounds of this): Nathan, you're really starting to push my buttons.

Nathan(looking me up and down): Mommy has no buttons.

Laughter immanent. Frustration relieved.