Braeden came up from the toy room today wearing a tool belt and carrying his toolbox. He came into the kitchen and asked if anything needed to be fixed. I directed him to the door that "needed some adjustment". He worked on the door, disappeared for a few minutes and then found me again and we had the following conversation.
B: Mom, is there anything else that needs to be fixed before I go to my construction site?
Me: Well.. I don't know. Maybe the faucet in the bathroom? It could use some attention.
B: Mom (sigh), I'm not a "plunger", I'm a builder.