Big has come up with a new excuse as to why he can't do things when asked. The conversations usually go a little something like this:
Me: "Big, can you please pick up the toy you got out?"
Big: "No, I'm sorry. I can't do that. I'm just a little bit sweaty."
Me: "I think you can still do it."
Big: "No, no, I really can't. I'm just too sweaty."
Aren't guys always sweaty?! Not much of an excuse if you ask me!