Another amazingly funny lesson in miscommunication

Leaving Jo Ann Fabrics tonight:

Me: "[Blue-Eyed Boy], you need to hold Momma's hand in the parking lot".
Blue-Eyed Boy: "I need hold these. You hold my coat."
(We had bought candy bars for a treat, he was carrying them.)
Me: "Okay. We need to be careful in parking lots. Momma doesn't want a car to hurt you. I want you to live to be a ripe old age."
Blue-Eyed Boy: "You want me to be a cold egg?"

Life with a toddler. Never a dull moment, folks, never a dull moment.