Nye threw his cucumber and screamed "don't want it." So I gave it to lizzy. Nye threw a royal fit, a fall down screeching on the floor, gnashing of teeth at the injustice of out all fit (all while holding another cucumber in his hand). The following conversation then took place:
Me, under my breath: "Nye, you make me want to punch things."
Lizzy: "What?! Nye makes you want to paint things?"
Me: "Um...it sounds like that."
Lizzy, smiling affectionately at him,"Nye, you make me want to play with play-doh."
A good reminder of kind words.