Mommy: Good morning Miles. Would you like to get out of your bed?
Miles: No, go away. (Turns his back to Mommy and proceeds to play with the stuffed animals in his crib.)
Mommy walks out of room and down the hall...
Miles: (yelling) Close the door!
Mommy walks back to his room
Mommy: It's please close the door. Closes the door.
Miles: (through the closed door) THANKS!
Mommy to Daddy: I'm not sure what just happened, but I think we skipped a few years overnight and now have a teenager.
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