My daughter is a wonderful, wonderful kid. But she sure ticks me off sometimes. And you know why she hasn't been put out with the recycling just yet? It's because of this conversation that happens almost every time I'm about to grab her and dump her in the blue box:
E: Mama? Talk, mama, talk! You sad or angry?
M: Yes. Mama is sad and/or angry.
E: Make mama happy! Mama, I love you! **hug** **kiss** Mama? You happy now?
How could I not be? I'm about the luckiest mom in the world.