"Move, please!"

This morning Carsten was trying to squeeze between me and the wall while I was sitting on a stool. After a lot of effort on his part, I finally noticed and taught him to say "move please!" to get me to move out of his way. This afternoon, he kept running his car into an unoccupied chair near the wall and saying something... after a while, we realized what it was: "Move, please. Move, please."