Malia: "Mom, will you play my game with me?"
Me: "Sure." I walk over with a cup of diet Coke in my hand.
Malia: I want some of your diet Coke.
Me: No.
Malia: Yes.
Me: No.
Malia: If you want to play my game with me, then you have to give me a drink of diet coke of else I won't let you play.
Hmmm...that's quite a threat. I wonder where she learned that kind of bargaining...
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