A conversation between me and my little girl in the isles of walmart.
She:" I want to get out of the shopping cart."
Me: "You can get down if you won't run here and there and not ask me to carry you."
She: "I won't run away and I will walk by myself."
I pull her out of the cart.
Not long afterward, she asks me to carry her on my hip.
Me: "You agreed to walk by yourself. I'll have to put you back in the cart."
She: With a panicked expression on her face, arguing in her most questioning voice "When did I agree? I did not agree. What does agree mean amma - is it something bad??"
Me: - No words.
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