A conversation I had today with Ty, after opening his bedroom door to discover that he had taken every single one of 500 wipes from the container, rolled it into a ball, and stashed them all over his room:
Me: OH..........MY..........LANTA! TY!!!! Are you trying to torture me?
Me: Well, don't do that Ty. It's not nice to torture your mother!
Me: Never do this again, got it?
Me: I mean it.
Ty: Okay. Alright....I yuv you!
Me: (sighing) I love you too...Are you going to go for a nap today...without destroying your room?