I hold my hand

Whenever we are in the parking lot, crossing a street or just in the vicinity of cars we always tell him that he needs to hold our hands. Being the funny boy that he is, he now thinks that the equilvilent is holding his own hand. So the conversation goes something like this:

A: Bennett, you need to hold mommy or daddy's hand

B: No, I hold my hand.

A: (looks down to observe Bennett holding his own hand)

Makes sense doesn't it!