The backstory: A friend and I are off to the grocery store on Saturday afternoon, JT in tow. JT would prefer to be at home, playing, but that option was rejected. The drive over to Wegmans convinces me that it may be a less than relaxing shopping expedition. So in the parking lot I decide to make my behavioral expectations clear up front.
Mama: I hope that you're going to behave yourself when we're in the store.
JT (in exhausted, sighing tone, as if this is a situation well beyond his control): Me too.
Naturally, the grown ups in the car burst into laughter. And at least I could consider myself warned as we headed into the store.