T’s parents are here from out-of-state and spent the weekend with us. I only wish we’d had more time together, but we’ll get to see them a little more next weekend.
Lately, whenever D.L.F. wants something, he phrases his request in the form of a question, and then answers himself with an enthusiastic, “Okay!”
“Do you want some raisins? Okay!”
“Do you need some help? Okay!”
“Do you want to get the mail? Okay!”