The Imp

Me: “Troy, I need you to do a favor for me.”

Troy: “What?”

Me: “Can you please go tell mama that you’re hungry?”

Troy: “But I’m NOT hungry.”

Me: “I know, but I am. If I tell her, then she won’t care. But if YOU tell her, then she’ll do it, because you’re her baby. I want to use your cuteness to get what I want.”

Troy: “No, dada!”

Me: “Imp!”