Kennedy: Wake up, mom!
Me: [not sure if I'm really awake, yet] Good morning, sunshine.
Kennedy: I want some oatmeal. Will you make me some oatmeal?
Me: Uh, sure. Do you want to go play in your room for a few minutes, first? [hoping she'll say yes so I can actually sleep in for once]
Kennedy: No, I'm really hungry. I want oatmeal.
Me: Ok. Let's go.
[I groggily drag myself up the stairs to the kitchen to whip her up some tasty oatmeal.]
Kennedy: Mom, thanks for getting me some oatmeal.
Me: [smiling and commending myself for raising such a polite child] You're very welcome.
Kennedy: [noticing that the oatmeal is Blueberry flavored] NO, MOM!! I DON'T WANT BLUEBERRY OATMEAL!!!! I WANT STRAWBERRY!!!
Me: [fully awake, now, thanks to the outburst] Kennedy, we don't behave like that. Blueberry is the only kind we have left.
Kennedy: But I want STRAWBERRY! I don't LIKE BLUEBERRY!
Me: If you don't want it, you don't have to have any breakfast. This is what we have, and this is what you'll eat if you're hungry.
Kennedy: [letting out a frustrated sigh] Fine. ... Mom?
Me: Yes, honey?
Kennedy: Can I please have some bunny milk? [i.e. Strawberry Nesquick]
Me: Yes you may, thank you for asking nicely.
Kennedy: Thank you for getting me bunny milk, mom. I love you.
[After playing "royal ball" with her princess dolls]
Me: Ok, Kennedy, time for bed!
[With no argument, she swiftly runs to her bedroom to pick out her pajamas and then skips to the bookshelf to pick out a book. We meet at her bed where she has 6 books displayed nicely for me to see]
Kennedy: Mom, what book do you want to read?
Me: Hm... I think we should read Mickey and the Beanstalk.
Kennedy: No. Now tell me to pick.
Me: [Dreading another princess story and wondering why she even bothers asking me what I'd like to read when she knows I'm not going to pick another freaking princess story] Ok, Kennedy, you pick.
Kennedy: Twelve Dancing Princesses [Wow. That's a big shocker.]
[After reading the longest story on her bookshelf...]
Kennedy: Ok, now put my covers on, please.
[I start to put her pink floral blanket on her]
Kennedy: NO! I don't WANT that blanket!! I want the OTHER pink one!!!!
Me: You don't get any blankets if you talk to me like that.
Kennedy: [in a really fake, sweet, high-pitched voice] Mommy? Can you please get the other pink blanket on me? Please?
Me: [Laughing. But only on the inside] Yes, honey. Thank you for asking nicely.
After I get her all tucked in, I lean down to give her a hug. She squeezes me really tight, the way I love it, and I squeeze right back.
Kennedy: [as she's still nearly choking me] *sigh* Mom- I want to hug you for a long time.
Me: Me too, Kennedy.
Kennedy: You stay here and hug me for a long, long, long time. And in the morning, we can still hug! [she says this like it's an incredibly brilliant idea she's just come up with]
Me: Oh baby, I would love to hug you all night. [I really, really would.]
Kennedy: Ok. Then do it.
[After explaining all of the reasons why I couldn't sleep next to her tonight]
Me: Goodnight, baby, I love you.
Kennedy: I love you too, mommy.
Whatever she is, Bipolar, Gemini or Drama Queen, she's mine and I love her.