He actually does this kind of thing all the time.
Me: It’s almost time for bed. Put your Legos away in their box.
T: All of them? Do I have to take this apart? (Shows me the “batcave” he built.)
Me: No. Set that on your Spider-Man table. Put all the other pieces in the box.
T: (sadly) Okay.
[I go into the kitchen to finish cleaning up from dinner. I hear Legos being tossed into their box. Then, I hear him sniffling back tears.]
T: (Enters the kitchen, tears in his eyes.)
Me: What’s wrong?
T: (Crying) You said I had to take the batcave apart.
Me: (What – the – Fuck?)