At the zoo the other day, I tell TJ at least twelve times: TJ, throw that cup away before we get to the car.
TJ: No, I want to drink it!
We get to the car. He hands me the cup.
So I throw the lemonade out onto the ground and put the cup in my car.
TJ: MaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaMMMMMaaaa!
Mama: What?
TJ: You just drink littered!
Drink litter. Defined as when someone throws drink on the ground. Classic.
But that's not the end of the story.
Today on the radio, the dj says it's going to thunderstorm tonight.
TJ: Mama, it's YOUR fault.
Mama: Why is it my fault?
TJ: Remember when you threw that lemonade on the ground?
Mama: Yes. Oh, is it going to rain to wash it away and that's why it's my fault?
TJ: No. It evaporated into the clouds and will come down as rain. That's why it's your fault.