3 is a Smartass

I began cleaning up a bit this evening, and encountered Luke's cars spread from one side of the kitchen to the other.

"Luke! You need to come pick up your cars!"

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to step on them! That would hurt and might break your cars!"

*pat pat pat* come three year old feet.

"No, Mom, you just need to step really high, like this." he says as he demonstrates the proper way to negotiate the scattered cars.