Aidan is already beginning to run our household. From his crib. He was going down for the night when he told me he needed his water bottle. A fair enough request, on the surface...
But since at any given time there are about a hundred random objects scattered around our loft as if a Mount Vesuvius full of balls and plastic chew toys has just exploded, finding a specific, individual object when desired is not as easy as you might think. So I decided to put Aidan on the spot and let him deal with the immense pressure of finding a single water bottle in a haystack, since he singlehandedly created that haystack.
Me: "Where's your water?"
Aidan: "On table."
And sure enough, when I trotted off to the dining room table rolling my eyes like a jaded valet, there it was. I dutifully retrieved the bottle and handed to Aidan, who was reclining on a pile of pillows and stuffed animals. He smiled appreciatively, acknowledging a job promptly accomplished, and took a swig: "I need this."