I have stopped guessing what Robert will come up with next. This morning he was trying to lug his toys from his room to the family room and struggling a bit. Then he says, totally serious, "Mom, I wish I had three arms. I need an arm out my belly to help hold my swords and guns and shield." I'm not sure where to go with that, but laugh behind a very sincere, "I bet it would be easier too carry sooooooo much stuff with three arms, but God made you with two. Why don't you just take some of the stuff and then come back for the rest."