Downpour of language

JB: (stalling at bedtime) Mommy?

T: Yes.

JB: Mommy, it's raining outside.

T: (practically speechless from the shock of all those words strung together in such a precise and perfect way) Yes.

JB: (pausing for effect) It's pouring.

T: (blink. blink. blink. blinking back a tear of pure love) Yes it it.

He's a very good negotiator.
I don't think I'm a softy at all...
I think that he earned an extra few minutes at bedtime all by himself with that display.