Clem has been harrassing me to buy her a pair of roller skates since her friend Madeleine R. got some for her Birthday. Her favorite place to heckle me is when we are both trapped in the minivan. Clem: "So Mom, can we go shopping for rollerskates?"
Me (frazzled, trying not to get in a car accident): "No."
Clem: "So when then Mom. After?"
Me: "Sure. After."
Clem: "After what?"
Me: "Just...after."
Clem: "This afternoon?"
Me: "No. Not this afternoon."
Clem: "But Moooooooooooooooom. I neeeeeeeeed rollerskates. We need to go buy them noooooooooow."
Me (fingering person who just cut me off): "We are NOT going to get roller skates Clem and you need to stop bugging me about it."
Clem: "But I need to know when. It's important."
Me: "Why do you need to know when? What have you got going on?"
Clem (exasperated): "Mom! I have to organize my schedule too, you know."
Me: "You do?"
Clem: "Of course I do! I also need enough time to consult with my stuffies."
