Calvin: Mom, I'm hungry. Can I have a sandwich?
Calvin: Mom, I'm hungry. Why can't I?
Me: Because if I put Norah down she'll cry.
Me: (implied) And I'm about a half inch from insane so I really can't have the crying soundtrack on right now.
Calvin: Well, can I hold Norah? We will sit on my bed and you can get me a sandwich.
Me: Really? Ok. Peanut butter and jelly?
Calvin (yelling, holding the baby): Cut into three pieces!