Conversations with my daughter...

Let me paint the scene. LF is bawling because I just scolded her for purposely running into the back of me while I was holding my coffee.

Me: Why are you crying?
LF: Because you hurt my nose. (sniffle sniffle)
Me: You hurt your own nose because you ran into the back of me!
LF: Nooo mom, you really hurt my nose. (wailing and sobbing)Charlie's froggy matches your shirt.
Me: (giggling)Do you think you are going to live?
LF: Stop laughing. Yeeeaaaahhhh! (still crying, wailing and sobbing)