"Is that your pencil, buddy?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied without a shadow of guilt for having left it lying around (just kidding. If I flipped out every time a kid left a pencil lying around, in addition to the hundreds of other random items of crap they magically spread from their domain throughout the house I would be in a mental hospital).
"Do you need it for school today?" I lovingly questioned.
"What does your heart tell you?" he questioned in return.
ya can't make this stuff up.