The following is the conversation I had with M when she got home from seeing Peter Pan with her best friend, her Nanny and Grampy.
Me: After you girls hang up your coats I want you to go get your PJ’s on.
M: After we have a popsicle right?
Me: No! You’re getting your PJ’s on.
M: What about a popsicle?
Me: Do you have any idea how late it is?
M: Around 10 (pm)?
Me: It’s 10:50 pm, WAY past your bed time.
M: What about half a popsicle?
Me: NO! PJ’S NOW!
Who is she to think she can get away with insisting on having a popsicle at almost 11 at night. Jeeze, and I’m not even a parent. I love her, but I am again reminded why I am not planning on having any of my own.