Me: Rhett, get down off of that table. You know you aren't supposed to be climbing on that.
Rhett: My mom said I could.
Me: Uh, I'm your mom and I say no.
Rhett: But my udder mom say yes.
Me, sighing: Get down.
Rhett: I'm telling.
Me: Who are you telling?
Rhett: My udder mom.
What I really want to know is, where the heck is this other mom when it's time to scrub toilets or fold laundry?