This is from last week, when we were snowbound and rules were lax.
Bee: Can I please have some cookies?
I got her three cookies, sat her at the table, and then…
Bee: Can I please have four cookies?
Me: Mayyyyybe. You didn’t eat your lunch.
Bee (without missing a beat): Well, mayyyyyybe I love you.
And THAT is why I didn’t kill my children last week. They’re too dang cute, wielding their little swords of facetiousness like that.