Ben doesn't just want toys, he needs toys. Lately, I've been telling him  to not act spoiled, which is difficult when you are so cute and have so many people wrapped around your finger.
At lunch today (why are the best coversations over food?) ...
"You are spoiled, Dad."
"Why am I spoiled?," I asked.
"You have a daughter. Spoiled. You have a wife. Spoiled. You are spoiled twice."