Big Sister: "Are we going to the mall?"
Little Mister: "Ooh! The cookie mall*! Can we go there?"
Big Sister: "Yeah! We're going to the mall.... right Mommy?"
Mommy: "You two have GOT to stop asking for things. That's all I've heard today! The answers going to be 'NO' if either of you ask again."
Little Mister: "Ok, Mommy. We won't ask you anymore. NOW can we go to the cookie mall?"
*Cookie Mall. Named for its reward of Mrs. Fields cookie tubs for well behaved little shoppers. Yes, I'm one of THOSE moms. I blame it on never getting treated to mall treats growing up. Come to think of it, my kids have tons of character plastic plates for the same reason... because I always wanted one. Hm... am I the only one who does that?