The other night, I was telling a story about a girl in Kyle's class, whose name is fairly unique. I see her name-tag every day and I'm still not quite sure how to pronounce it, so as I told this story, I apparently said it wrong.
Kyle corrected me.
I tried to say it the way he did, but he's three. His enunciation isn't top-notch. I apparently said it wrong, again.
He took my face in his hands, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Mommy, say it with me..."
That kid, man. That kid.