Jake is helping me clean up in the kitchen. He was a bit reluctant at first, but the promise of brownies soon had him come around to my way of thinking.
"Hey! I have a job for you," Hubs comes in the kitchen and stands in front of Jake, looking at him sternly. Jake slowly passes his hand in front of Hub's eyes and says,
"I will NOT have to mow the lawn on Sunday." Hubs blinks and takes a step backwards.
"What, you think you're a Jedi master now?"