Owyn was jumping around on the couch and I had a hot coffee on the floor just under his feet. I was worried that he was going to jump off the couch and spill it. This was the conversation:
Me: Owyn, I have a hot drink down here and I don't want you to jump on it and burn yourself.
Owyn: Mom, I'm just like Buzz Lightyear. If I jump off, I'll land way over there.
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