Floss

The other day, Blane was in the bathroom while I was getting ready. As usual, he is full of questions about everything. He picked up some floss and asked, "What is this?"

I told him. Then he asked, "Whose is it?"

Hoping it would satisfy him, I said, "It's mine."

"Oh," he said. "Will you get ME some floss at the store?"

Uh...okay.