Help!

While the wee lady continues to gather momentum, inching her way across the lounge floor, the wee man gave me a real shock this morning.  As we were approaching pre-school the wee man shouted 'Help!' from the back seat.  I naturally span around to ask what was wrong.
'Want help Dada'.  
'I'm here for you son'. 
'Help, I need somebody' he replied.
'How can I help? How can I help?'
'Want the Beatles Dada'
Phew.