Me, to my 8 year old: "I love you, baby!"
8 year old, seriously: "I think we've established that."
On Thanksgiving morning: I suggested to the children that they all wear jeans and a decent shirt. You'd think I had asked some of them to systematically rip out all of their eyelashes. I basically did not want them to look like bums at our family's Thanksgiving get together, but it was not received as such. Instead, I was thought to be issuing a cruel and unusual punishment. Their commentary:
"Why are you being so mean to me? And on a HOLIDAY!" moan, groan, flop on the floor in horror.
To my husband, while he and the child were sitting on the couch doing devotions before we departed:
"This is the worst Thanksgiving ever", said the child morosely.
"Why?", said my husband, having no idea the horrific sentence I'd placed upon the poor children.
"Mom's never made me wear jeans before!"