The Boy is sitting on the living room floor while The Husband and I are tidying up the dining room.  In The Boy’s hand is the remote control which lives on the ottoman, which is about three feet away from him.

The Boy calls out, “Will you put this away for me?”

The Husband replies, “No, get up and put it away yourself.”

As The Husband is talking, I walk over to The Boy.  I look at him and with concern ask, “Are your legs broken?”

“No,” The Boy says.  “They’re alright.”

“That’s good to hear,” I say.  “Now go put that remote away yourself.”