Deanna came home from school this afternoon and asked for her after-school snack.
"Mom, I'm going to go change clothes. When I come out, will you have my snack ready?"
I responded, "Please put your clean clothes from the laundry room away before you come back up to the front of the house - hanging AND folded clothes, please."
A few minutes later, Deanna returned to the kitchen.
"Clothes?" I asked, with one eyebrow raised (a brilliant tactic I taught myself as a young teenager.)
"Snack!" Deanna responded.
I lowered my chin, raised both eyebrows, looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Clothes!"
Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. In a defiant tone, she responded, "Snack".
"Clothes" I spoke in a slightly raised tone, still trying to keep it level.
"Snack!" she snipped back.
Menacingly, I lowered my tone, set my teeth, and said, "Clothes."
Deanna grinned. "Snack!"
I slapped the counter and yelled, "Clothes!!!!"
Deanna walked from the room, yelling over her shoulder, "Snack".
When she returned 5 minutes later, her snack was on the table waiting for her.
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