I guess this is what I'm in for

This is how the conversation went with baby Doodle when we arrived home after running errands this morning.

"Baby Doodle do you want to walk up the stairs by yourself?"
"No."
"Do you want me to carry you?"
"No."
"Do you want to carry your crayons up the stairs?"
"No."
"Okay, well, I'm going upstairs and inside to eat some lunch. You can come up if you want."
I walked up the stairs, put his malled banana in the compost, put my bag down and he was standing at the door crying.
"Do you want some lunch?"
"No."
I get out the strawberry yogurt, sweet potatoes and a left over sandwich from his party. He briefly stops crying to say, "strawbewwey yoget."
"I'll get you some strawberry yogurt. Do you want sweet potatoes, too?"
"No. I want to sit on Mommy."
I put him on my lap and he ate about half of the yogurt and a few bites of the vegetable sandwich then said, "I want to play basketball."

You can imagine how my getting his teeth brushed and him into his crib went.