... today, as I was ferrying a hundred different things (apple slices, soup, crackers, drinks, flatware) to the table for lunch:
Mister J (frustrated): Mom, I don't have my drink yet!
Mommy (with as much patience as possible): I know, sweetheart, I'm working as quickly as I can. I only have two hands.
Mister J (incredulously): Only two? Not six?!?
Big J (from the other room): snorts of muffled laughter
Yes, Big J is raising his own mirror images. ::wink::