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I pick Jada up from daycare/school and this is the conversation that transpires. Nearly a verbatim repeat every day.

Jada: (while getting her strapped in her carseat) “Mommy, Ee get some neminems.”

Me: “You want M&M’s?”

Jada: “Yeah, Eee get some neminems and then we go home, Okaaay??”

This is how I talk to her when I’m explaining what’s going to happen next when she’s on the verge of a crying fit because she thinks she’s not going to get what she wants. Ie. “We’re going to have dinner first and then you can watch Wubbzy, Okaay?”

Me: “I don’t think so, Jada, we have to get home and have dinner.” (not to mention I would like very much to cut all sugar out of her diet completely)

We pass the supermarket on our way home so as we’re getting closer to it..
Jada: (flailing her arms wildly towards the right side of the car) “Mommy, Eee gotta togo dis way, mommy, Dis WAAY!”

I decide to finally after a month of her begging to let her have some candy, so I turn right into the plaza with the grocery store.

Jada: “Goood, mommy!! Very gooood!!! I so PROUD o’ you!!”

Me: (trying to contain myself) “You’re proud of me?!”

Jada: “Yeah, mommy, you da BEST, good JOB!!”

In other words….

“Mommy, after a full month of lessons you finally got it! You might be a little slow at times but I just knew you could do it!! WAY TO GO!!”

“Oh, and if you’re extra good and get me the large bag, I might just share some with you.” ;)