Weapon X: Mama, we can’t get in your car.

Me: That’s because I locked it. You don’t need to be playing around in my car.

Him: We not playing around, just reading a book.

Me: Uh-huh.

Him: Where your keys?

Me: Forget it, dude, I’m not giving you my keys.

Him: I need you keys, Mama.

Me: No. You’ll never find them!

Him: How bout I check in you pocket.

Me: *laughing* How about not. You don’t need to play in my car.

Him: We not playing, just reading a book.

Me: Yeah right. Go read a book somewhere else. Not in my car.

Him: Where you keys? I can’t find you keys.

Me: *sigh*