We were driving home, listening to A Wrinkle in Time on audiobook. This is one of my coping mechanisms for the Thunderdome that lives in my backseat.
Maren: Mommy, please turn off the book.
Maren: Because books give me a headache. I don't think I really like books much.
Me: You like your bedtime stories.
Maren: Because they are short. I don't like long books. At all. Books give me a headache.
Me: Well... Good luck with that.*
*I stopped myself from telling her she was in the wrong family. It's true, but she's so literal.
After 15 minutes in her room, doing nothing but screaming that she couldn't do it by herself.
Me: Listen. You can. And you will. You are strong, capable and powerful. You can totally do this by yourself. You've done it before.
Maren: But I need help. I'm still wittle. You only help Brynna because she's the famous one and I'm not famous so I don't get any help at all.
Me: Nope. You've got this. And if you run into trouble, you can come get me and I'll help. Also, I'm not helping Brynna.
Maren: No. I can't. You've got to stay.
Me: No. You're going to do this and I'm going to go make supper. Your choices are to put your laundry away or go to bed.
Maren: I can't go to bed. I haven't had last meal.
Me: Sorry, Charlie. Laundry or Bed.
Maren: That's a terrible choice.
Me: Some choices are.
Maren: Fine. I'll do it. But I won't have any fun at all.
Maren: Mommy, I need to sleep with you. I had a nightmare.
Me: No you didn't. You haven't been to sleep yet.
Maren: How do you know?
Me: I could hear you playing in your bed. Also, I'm mommy. Mommy the wise and all-knowing.
Maren: Maybe I was sleep talking?
Me: Nope. I can tell the difference. Mommy the wise.
Maren: Okay. I haven't been to sleep. I'll just come get in bed with you.
Me: Nope. You know the rules. You have to go to sleep in your own bed.
Maren: I did.
Me: You just said you didn't.
Maren: Fine. I hope you catch my nightmares.
Me: Me too, baby.