We were dashing out the door to an 8am orthodontist appointment this morning, when Wyatt said, "Wait! Can I bring something to play with?"
Normally I'd encourage this, but I anticipated them working on both of the boys at once, so I answered, "No time. Just get in the van."
Wyatt was completely exasperated.
"But, Mom, I won't... I'll be... I'll just have to THINK."
Oh, the horror of it all.