So Boy.

I was out in the garage looking for glue and clamps to fix Isabele's bed. Titus was with me, of course. As I was looking for said items, Titus was droning on about whatever it is he talks about all the time.
Titus: "Oh, maybe the glue is in there. Oh, maybe the glue is in there. Mommy will fix the engine with the glue."
Me: "No, Mommy is not going to fix the engine with glue. We fix engines with wrenches, and mommy isn't going to fix it right now."
Titus: "We fix engines with wrenches, not glue."
I found the glue.
Titus: "Oh, there is the glue in that box."
Me: "Now where are the clamps?"
Titus: "Maybe the cwampses are over there. Maybe the cwampses are in there."
I continue mostly ignoring what he's saying.
Titus: "Oh, here are the cwampses."
I'm not paying attention. How can he possibly know what clamps are? Then it registers that he said he found the clamps, so I turn around to tell him that those aren't clamps. However he did find the clamps. So, in the house we go with the glue and the clamps.
Titus: "Now we have to use the glue and the cwampses to fix Isabele's bed."

He helped a little. We got the bed glued.