An offer I couldn't refuse

I had an overnight babysitting gig last night with a three-year-old boy (we'll call him Jeff, the name of his favorite Wiggle) and his two-year-old sister. I brought a few of my Christmas CDs over and told Jeff he could listen to A Charlie Brown Christmas as he fell asleep. Listening through the monitor upstairs, I heard him carry on a fictitious conversation with his mom explaining to her that I let him borrow one of my CDs so he should let me borrow one. He has 30 of them, he said, the highest number he can currently count to.

When he awoke this morning, he promptly ran to the living room, pulled out his CD wallet and handed me The Wiggles Toot Toot album.

The exchange will last until I babysit him on Thursday and we return the CDs to their rightful owners.