Yours... but not yours

Yesterday evening I went grocery shopping with Todd. As it was a cold, blustery night, when we returned to the car in the parking lot, and before I could put away groceries or let Todd in, I immediately opened the driver's-side door, reached in, popped the key in the ignition, and started the engine, hoping to get some warm air through the car right away.

Thinking that I was going to take off right after starting the car, Todd immediately protested:

"Don't leave without me! You won't have your Pao-pao!"

As we drove home, I casually made mention of how Todd "belongs to Mommy and Daddy".

His response? "I don't belong to Mommy and Daddy! I belong to Opa and Oma!"