N decided she didn't want to go to pre-school on Thursday. There was no real *episode* so to speak. As she just turned three in July (and we were waffling about whether to send her or not) it took me only a split second to decide to keep her home that morning.
Once we were in the car, however, it seemed a much more pressing choice needed to be made.
N: Mama, when we get home, can I have my sippy cup?
Me: Sure, we'll fill it up with apple juice as soon as we get there.
N: I don't want apple juice. I want water.
Me: That's fine.
N: Why can't I have apple juice?
Me: (my patience fuse growing shorter) You can have apple juice, I just told you that. You said you wanted water.
N: Oh yeah, I doooo want water.
Me: (thinking the discussion has finally ended)Okay-water it is!
After a few fleeting moments of silence, she called out from the back seat:
N: But if I don't want water, can I have apple juice?