He's Crafty

The other morning I was asking David to do something (I can't recall what) and then I had to ask him a second time because he wasn't listening. Then, after no response, I address him a third time.

"David, did you hear what I said?" I'm such a mother. Ugh.

Under his breath, "Yes, Mommy Poopus."

"What did you say?" I'm actually too amused to be mad, but trying to hide it.

He looks up at me from the cars he's playing with and smiles the cheesiest smile, ever.
"I said, 'Yes, my lovely mother'." His eyelashes flutter.

I pat him on the head. "That's my boy."