Oh Reagan....

We're riding in the car on the way home from Reagan's school and she tells me that she wants a Happy Meal.  I told her that we couldn't go spend money on lunch.  She says "Mommy!, but I want a happy meal."  I explained that I understood and that I wish we could get one, but right now, we didn't have the money.  So she says, "Mommy.  Listen to me. I like how you are talking to me, but I don't like how you are telling me no.  I don't like how when you tell me no when I want something and I want it the way I want it.  It makes me really mad and makes me want to scream."  I'm sitting in the front seat hoping she can't see me laughing quietly, because I'm proud that she is talking nicely and "using her words," but that honesty, man.  LOL! It kills me.  :o)