I was at the grocery tonight (turns out you actually have to take a shower, get dressed, and DRIVE to the store to get food - who knew?) and I overheard the following between a mom and her nine-ish year old daughter:
Daughter: Can I have strawberry milk? (or something like that, I just heard the plaintive begging tone to a childish voice).
Mom: (absentmindedly) Mmmm Hmmmm.
Daughter activates wheelies in tennis shoes ( how DO they do that? I would so be flat on my rear at the most inconvenient moments) and glides down 4 doors at the dairy cooler. As I pass them on my way to the bread aisle I hear:
Mom: (suddenly focused and authoritative, with just a hint of suspicion) Hunter, did you say Please???
Hunter (with single serve strawberry milk clutched tightly): ::slight pause:: Uh Huh!
Yeah, that's right. Hunter is no dummy.