'Panks...

Like most people I know, I keep my spatulas and wooden spoons in a jar by the oven. When occasion calls for it, we get one out to help Hobbes through a difficult moment (i.e. disciplinary action). If we've had a rough couple of days, where it seems like the spoon doesn't even need to be put back in the jar, Hobbes will come into the kitchen, and say, "play?" By this, he means, he wants me to get the jar down and put it on the floor for him. When I do that, he chooses a wooden spoon, and begins what I call his 'acting-training.' He says "no-no. no-no. pankin," while hitting his leg with the spoon. After that, he says, "I sorry, it's ok, it's ok," puts the spoon back, and chooses another one to reenact the same thing.
That's our little drama-king.:)