Is that what I sound like to you?

Lately, T has been doing a lot of pretend play. Most of the time, it's your garden-variety invisible friend stuff. He and "Mr. Car" drive places together, jump over pillows, decide to go to his bedroom and open his doors. Every once in a while though, Mr. Car apparently needs some discipline. Then I hear a conversation that goes a little something like this:

T: Stop it, Mr. Car. I said stop it! 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... Ok, go to the corner!

There's nothing quite like hearing yourself parroted by a 3 year old.