Nanay: Where are you going? 

*Matt only ran to his car as if not hearing anything.*

 Nanay (my mother): Noooooo. You cannot play with your car, it’s dirty. 

*Matt, not accepting the reason, fought his way to his toy car.*

 Me (intervening): No, Matt it’s still dirty and dusty. 

*Matt still protesting.*

 And so I explained further: Dust can make you cough. I’ll still have to clean it before you can play with it. You can play with it later. Honestly, I didn’t really mean that last line.  I  was only thinking that he’d have forgotten all about the car by then so it won’t really matter. But Matt wouldn’t have any of that crap. 

Matt, quickly picking up a cloth nearby, worked his way around my mother and…*what do you know?*…wiped his car!

He then straightened and faced us with a triumphant glint in his eyes and a smug smile on his lips.