Munchkin: "Can I have some much (mulch) in my cup?" (while "helping" me unload a truckload of topsoil in the front yard)
Mommy: "It's DIRT, Munchkin, NOT mulch."
Munchkin: *shaking head despondently* "You are SO right, mommy, it's dirt. I am SO wrong."
Mommy: *cracking up*
Mommy: "Will you please go get your cup?"
Munchkin: "Nooooo. I don't want to."
Mommy: "I didn't ask if you wanted to. Go get it."
Munchkin: "Whatever, mom."
Mommy: "Don't you whatever me, young lady."
Munchkin: " Sorry, mom."
Munchkin: "When's daddy coming home?"
Mommy: "Tonight after he gets done working."
Munchkin: "But I don't WANT him to come home tonight. I want him to come home toDAY!"
Mommy: "Sorry chicka, not how it works."
Munchkin: "Oh mannnn."