When Girl was about 3, and Boy was 7, we loaded up Jeep to head to an appointment. Heading out the driveway I noticed we were really low on fuel.
Me: Boy remind me to get gas when we get home.
Boy: 'K, mom.
But Girl started to bawl. Cry. Cry. Cry. Both Boy and I were stumped.
Me: Did you hurt her?
Boy: Nope. I don't know what she's blubberin' about.
Me: Girl. Girl. What on earth is wrong?
Girl: Sniff. Sniff. You, you said when we get home you're going to kick ass and I don't even know what I did.
Me: I said 'get gas' not 'kick ass' you silly.
Boy: laughing. Ha ha, you said "ass...."