The Scene: (breakfast, typical weekday morning. I am in the kitchen, reading my emails, packing lunch for Miss Peach, trying to get breakfast into two kiddos, making my morning tea, and reading the paper. Mornings are not my strong suit:P)
Miss Peach: (whining and demanding) "Mommy, I want peanut butter and jam for breakfast!"
Me: "One moment." (I say "one moment" quite a lot/all the time)
A few moments pass...OK, maybe 5 minutes.
Miss Peach: (dropping the whining, straight to demanding) "Get me my peanut butter and jam!"
Me: "Don't bark at me. Mommy does not respond well to being barked at."
Miss Peach: (and I am not making this up) "Quack!"Touche my little smart a$$...touche;P