Me: Ok, Jack here is your m&m for using the potty!
Jackson: No, mama. This is my medicine.
He clutches the purple candy, and wanders down the hall, head down, wearing a very serious face.
Me: Oh, you need some medicine?
Jackson: Yeah. I'm sick.
Me: Oh. What's the medicine for?
He turns back, looks up, thrusts the tiny and now melting candy in my face.
Jackson: It's for ME!