T: No, no, no, no. Help! Help! Help! I need your help! Help!
M: *rolls over to help him* What’s up Tyler?
T: Nooo! You can’t put your arm there! Don’t put it there! You’re-you’re-you’re-you’re-you’re squishing them!
M: Squishing what?
T: Sweetie, I need you to sit STRAIGHT up RIGHT NOW. The milkshakes are all squished, just everywhere. Your arm… and… Squish…
M: What milkshakes?
T: I just brought in the milk-milk-milkshakes. I put the cups down… Somewhere…
M: We don’t have any milkshakes.
T: Yes we… Well then what were the cups? I had cups. I brought them in. You squished… There were squishy cups… and I put them… I swear there were cups…