Chip of the old Block

I'm pretty much fanatic about chocolate milk, it's so much better than plain white, and apparently Carter feels the same way. So tonight at dinner I was having my usual glass. We were eating a little later than normal, so we were watching American Idol while we ate. I came back in the kitchen on the commercial break, and my glass had very conveniently been moved right in front of Carter's place (how mysterious) and there was a bunch spilled on the table. So I said to him, "Carter, did you steal my chocolate milk and spill it?" To which he replies: "I po` it!" (that's "I pour it" for those of you who don't talk baby) He was totally trying to pour it into his cup... how could I refuse him after that? But, unfortunately it looks as though the little stealth has got a career as a pick-pocket ahead of him :-(