So, the conversation went like this:
R (my five-year-old): I want a "too tight."
Me: You're supposed to be in bed. (I'd already told her a gabillion times to stay upstairs.)
R: But I'm reminding you to give me a "too tight."
Me: (chuckle)
R: Are you laughing at me because you think I'm cute?
Me: No. I'm laughing because I'm frustrated.
R: Frustrated?
Me: Yes. I'm frustrated--I can either laugh or yell. Which would you rather have?
R: (ponderous silence)--Will it wake Josh up?
