This was me yesterday.
After cleaning the house from top to bottom (including mopping the kitchen and scrubbing toilets...well the toilets that haven't been shattered by my terrorist cat) I told LaLa "Do NOT make a mess!" The first thing she did when she got home was ask for a snack, then she proceeded to throw the wrapper on the floor. I burst into tears. Irrational? Probably.
Conversation from last night while I was trying to get LaLa in bed:
Me- Hey kid, time for bed.
LaLa- I don't want to go to bed.
Me- Don't you want to go to school?
Her- umm yes. I mean no!
Me- It was a rhetorical question, get your PJ's on.
Her- What is rhetorical?
Me- It means it doesn't matter what your answer was, you're still going to bed.
Motherly teaching at it's finest I tell you!!
I just had a cheesey chicken burrito for breakfast. Don't judge me people.