When he's having a hard time being patient, which isn't too often, and he's asking me to do something, I often reply something like "My hands are busy but I can help you in a moment."
While walking out of a store the other day, I said something like "Zane, I need your hand as we go into the parking lot." Zane stuck his hands in his pockets and replied, "Nope. My hands are busy."
He's truly had some of the busiest hands I've known, even when I carried him in my tummy.
