"Just Another Manic Monday"

My 3 year old son has this game he plays called "The Falling Game" where he stands on the arm of my couch and trust-falls, face first, onto the couch cushions. I regularly discourage this game (and am regularly ignored like all good mothers). Today I said "you know what Declan? I don't want to see that game anymore!" I walk out of the room and return to him mid-trust-fall. I said "Declan! What did I JUST say?" He replies "Umm, you said you didn't want to see my game. So, you just go back in the kitchen where you don't see me."  Between the 1/2" of sleet outside and his smart-ass-self I am NOT ok today. I am just not.