What mommy does

So yesterday as we're leaving the grocery store together and I'm (Scott) putting JT in his car seat, he tells me he wants "mommy to do it." I ask him "what does mommy do that daddy doesn't do?" He thinks for a second and really puts me in my place when he responds "uh, the laundry." Touché Mr. Smartypants, touché.

For kicks, here's a picture of JT in the drivers seat of a fire truck last month.