Budding evil genius

For most of his life, The Boy has been in the same classrooms at day care as another little boy, L. The other kiddo is slightly shorter, built like a sack of potatoes, but L runs just as fast as The Boy. The Husband says someday L will be The Boy's enforcer (even though this is a kid who gives me a hug goodbye when the The Boy doesn't feel like being cuddly). M-E is a recently-reformed terror who now is usually more social than The Boy.

So in the spirit of Dooce, a nubbin of something The Boy said tonight:

THE HUSBAND: "Is L your friend?"

THE BOY: "No."

TH: "Is L your minion?"

TB: "Yeah."

BLOGGING QUEEN: [after an explosion of cackling] "Well, a minion is someone who does naughty things so you don't have to. Does L do naughty things so you don't have to?"

TB: "No."

TH: "Is M-E your minion?"

TB: "No! [emphatically correcting The Husband] M-E is my friend!"

TH: "Well, is L your friend?"

TB: "No."

TH: "Is L your minion?"

TB: "Yeah."

We tried, folks. My son considers another sweet-natured, playful 2-year-old to be a human toy to do with as he will. No idea where that came from.

UPDATE: The Boy and L are set for a play date next month. Don't worry, L's mom and I will be there to protect L.