Lemonade makes it better...

My daughter turned three today. She is at the age where: what is hers is hers... What is mine is hers... What is anyone elses is hers...

So, as I was trying to get ready this morning, she followed me into the bathroom. She first requested some make-up application. (By request, I mean politely demanded...) After brushing some powder over her face, she looked at me and calmly said "Momma, I need lem-nade." I told her that we don't have any lemonade, but maybe we can get some later.

She looked at me again and her voice got a little louder... "Momma, I NEED lem-nade!" Again, I told her we didn't have any.

She then looked at me, clearly frustrated at my dismissal of her need. Pointing to her knee, she dramatically exclaimed "Momma, I NEED a lem-nade to make my boo-boo better!!!"

I then, of course, gave her a "lem-nade" from the first aid kit.

Sometimes, you just have to laugh...