Last week I took the kids to Chick-fil-A and had to bring the food that we planned to eat there home to eat (because McKenna threw up all over the dining room as we waited in line to order our meals. Did I mention that it was cow appreciation day and that the kids and I were all dressed like cows? It was a crazy mess.).
Anyway...we brought our food home. McKenna didn't eat hers and I put the her lemonade in the fridge, thinking that she might want it the next day.
Later that night Samuel waltzed into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and asked if he could have the lemonade.
I CALMLY replied (with no irritated tone whatsoever) that no, he could not have the lemonade.
He swirled around and dramatically left the kitchen swinging his arms and saying, "Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy. Mommy's grumpy, grumpy, grumpy..."
Only this time...I WASN'T!