Preston: "Mama, I ated all my pop-tart and I'm still hungry."
Me: "Okay, we're almost home and I'll get you something."
Preston: "No, I want McDonald's."
Me: "Not going to happen. We're almost home."
Preston: "No. We has to go to McDonald's. Because when we went to Grandma's house you didn't let me go inside and play. And you hafta let me go inside and play. So now we has to get McDonald's."
Me: "Oh. Is that how this works?"
Preston: "Yes. If you don't let little boys play you have to go to McDonald's."
For the record, we didn't get McDonald's. And we didn't go into Grandma's house because we were picking Shannon up to drop her off at work and no one else was home and we were running late. Poor kid, he has such a mean Mommy!