Allie has been following me around for the pat half hour demanding a bagel. Never mind that she already had breakfast. Never mind that she has no intention of eating the whole bagel (and by whole, I mean half of a whole). Never mind that her and I both know it.
“Mama! I WANT A BAGEL! RIGHT NOW! PLEASE!” Then her voice gets low, and quietly, and a little bit grumbly. “Or I will kill you.”
I sent the following text to my husband. “Allie has just threatened my life for a bagel. If I’m dead on the floor when you return from work, please make sure they investigate the baby.”