The following was an exchange between Uma and me this morning:

"Mommy, can you help me with something?"

"What do you need help with?"

"I don't remember, Mommy. Can you tell me what it is?"

"Um...I don't know. What were you having trouble with?"

"You do know, Mommy, you do! Tell me! TELL ME!"

"Uma, I'm not going to talk to you if you yell at me like that."

"Think, Mommy, think! What is it?" [I swear I'm quoting her verbatim here.]

[I ignore her as she rages on for a couple minutes.]

[Uma suddenly switches to a pleasant voice.] "Oh, I remember. My yellow flower came off the construction paper. Will you get the glue stick for me?"

posted by Jessica @ 3/04/2009 08:30:00 PM