A couple of nights ago, Cameron was mad at Linna and me for some reason or another. After throwing a small tantrum, he climbed into my lap and said, "I think I have the wrong parents. I don't like you and mommy."
I replied, "That's unfortunate because you're stuck with daddy and mommy."
He made a face, and then said, "Hmm... well... you're stuck with me, too."