Sterling was stirring hot chocolate on the stove for me. Not certain he was getting the bottom as it heated, I took the spoon and stirred it a bit.
“Mama, I can’t stir the haa’ choc-ate any-more. You stir it Mama. I can’t stir it. Nope.”
“Why can’t you stir it anymore?”
“‘Cause you ‘tole my ‘poon!”
Oops.
