Last night we cleaned the house so Miss Roxanne can babysit while Chris and I go on a double date to Texas de Brazil with our friends.  Wilson is an excellent helper - mostly - but sometimes playing with your toys is more fun than cleaning them up.  If I told him once, I told him 1000 times to put the superheroes up.

"Wilson, please put Batman and Superman where they belong.  I'm tired of sounding like a broken record."

He stared at me.  He stared at me perplexed-like.  He kept staring at me. 

"What's a record?"

"It's like a very big CD."

"What?"

We don't have CDs anymore.  We have iPods.  You can't sound like a broken iPod.  Finally I told him "I'm sick of sounding like a badly downloaded song that wasn't ripped right."

He picked everything up without me asking again.