A Good, Good Man

Last night when I was putting Madeline to bed, right before I was going to make my exit, we had the following exchange:

Maddy: Oh! My baby stroller is downstairs!

Me: It's okay. You can bring it up tomorrow.

Maddy: Ok. I'll push it up the stairs?

Me: No, Daddy can carry it up for you. 

Maddy: I'll carry it up in one hand?

Me: No, honey. Daddy can help you.

Maddy: He's a good, good man.

Me: What? 

Maddy:  Daddy. He's a good, good man for carrying my baby stroller up the stairs.

Kids do say the darnedest things.