You're not the boss of me!

It is my habit, as I have previously mentioned, to occasionally bring treats for Lucy when I pick her up at daycare. Sometimes it's chocolate (10 points!!), sometimes it's an orange (7.5 points), and once it was a book. (Two points? Ungrateful, illiterate child!) The other day, it was a very tiny Milky Way square.

"Do you have two, Mama?" she asked.

"Nope, just one."

"Why not two?"

"Because I don't."

"Maybe tomorrow you'll have two?"

"Hm. Maybe..."

Then yesterday, I got in the car and she said, "Do you have a treat?" And I said, "Yes! I have one small chocolate and one big grapefruit." And she got all attitooode with me! Waving her index finger like Fidel!

"BUT I TOLD YOU!" she hollered. "I told you yesterday, I wanted two chocolates, Mommy! Two chocolates! Didn't I tell you that? To get TWO chocolates at your office?? I want TWO chocolates!"

I swear, it was like a parody! Like the performance of a so-so child actor, a cross between Gary Coleman and Nellie from Little House. So I waggled my tushie and waved my finger and shrieked, "Two too!" and fell apart in hysterical laughter. Was she serious? I have no idea. I ate her chocolate. Oh no! I did not. I got in the car, still laughing and said, "Listen. Do you want it or not?"