Mommy and Daddy are well-known for constantly pawning the parentage of Todd off on each other. Whenever the boy acts up or exhibits too much energy, it becomes a pointing contest, each one pointing to the other and exclaiming: "YOUR boy!"
After one such back-and-forth match, I turned to Todd, pointed a finger at him, and said: "YOUR Daddy!"
Todd didn't miss a beat: "YOUR husband! And I'm YOUR son!"
"No, you're Daddy's. You have his DNA!" I shot back.
Todd wasn't about to be out-done, though. His reply?
"I have yours, too!"
:-P