(Brooklyn drops her sippy cup)
Brooklyn: Mommy can you get my sippy cup?
Me: No Brooklyn, you can get it yourself.
Brooklyn: (Howling) Mommy sippy cup!
Me:No Brooklyn, I'm not your servant.
Brooklyn: Yes you are my servant!
Me: Brooklyn, I didn't drop it, you did, so you can get it.
Brooklyn: (Still howling) But my arms are to low to reach!
(This exchange goes on for a minute more)
Hunter: (gets up from his chair, goes and picks up Brooklyns cup and holds it out for her).
Me: Hunter! That is so nice, Thank you!
Brooklyn: (Shrieking) Hunter, I wanted to pick my own cup up!!!!
(Hunter and I exchange glances)
Me: (Sighing) Okay Brooklyn, ask Hunter to drop your cup, nicely.
Brooklyn:(with restrained anger) Hunter, please drop my cup.
(Hunter looks at me again, and drops the cup)
Brooklyn retrieves cup.
Sometimes I yearn for some more adult conversation during the day.