Maile: (whining) But IIIII’MMMMMM Hungryyyyyy.
Me: We’re gonna have dinner in a little bit.
Maile: I don’t WANT dinner.
Me: You’re not having candy, now stop asking me about it.
Maile: Please Mom, I’m So-o-o-o-o hungry…
Me: Maile, I’m not going to tell you again. The answer is NO. We’re having dinner soon and if you’re that hungry you can eat a big dinner. Now stop asking!
Maile: (in frustration) AAAARRRGGGGHHH. YOU’RE. MAKING. ME. SO. NERVOUS!!
Baby Maile. June. 2004.