Rocket Ship

Inside the car, Sienna was making requests for a number of things: "mini chocholoates", a make-up kit with nail polish I got for a much old kid and a play date with Olivia, today! So I started to give her a mini lecture, "Sienna, you cannot always have what you want. What do I do if you want the moon, huh?" In her usual gentle but firm voice, she replied, "You need a rocket ship, Mommy."

Anyways, I went to pick up a cup of Tim Horton's coffee and got her a donut. She was very happy as she didn't expect the extra treat. I said, "Now, I think we should skip the mini chocolates." "No, Mommy, we get mini chocolates. You keep them for me for the evening. Ok? That's a good idea?" so I stopped over at a convenience store to get her mini chocolates. Apparently she is very grateful about what I was doing. As official as she could be, she said, "Mommy, you are a very good mommy!" Three hours later, for whatever reason, she went, ""Mommy, I don't like you anymore."