The scene: John and I are getting stuff together for him to spend the night at a friend's house.
Me: Do you have your toothbrush? Grab your toothbrush.
John: No, I don't.
Me: Well, get it. I'll grab a Ziploc for you.
John: But Mom --
Me: And grab one of those travel tubes of toothpaste. Perfect.
John: Mom --
John: I bet I'm the only kid who brings a toothbrush to a sleepover. Maw-UHM.