Button came out of her room with her hands mounted on her rib cage (instead of her hips): “Mama, I am reawy fwustrated wif you and Daddy!” she said, so matter-of-factly.

I contained my laughter, “You are? Why?”

“Because Daddy said I couldn’t have any bwooberries and so did you.”

“No, Button. Daddy said you can’t have any blueberries now, but you can have them later, after dinner.”

“Well, Mama, I’m reawy fwustrated because I want them now.”

“I’m sorry, Button, but you’ll need to wait a little bit longer. I’m sorry you’re frustrated.”

She walked off, her hands still jacked up on her sides.

Oh, I delight in this little girl!