i'm in the kitchen with devan putting groceries away as she licks and sucks at the lollipop she chose at the store.
she then proceeds to CHOMP CHOMP CHMOP on the sucker.
me: ooooh! don't chomp on that sucker, devan, you'll crack your teeth.
she pauses for a fraction of a second to consider my warning,
looks me straight in the eye and,
devan: that's not izacily true, mom.
and then continues to chomp as before.
wow. i was under the impression that i was the one in charge around here. i guess that's not exactly true.