Yesterday we were driving to Uncle Bryan's for dinner and Dayne was in the backseat with her baby doll. "mom," she calls out, "will you take my baby doll's hair out?" (let me make it clear that I've done this well over 15 times, and her dolls hair is now knotted beyond repair with multiple rubberbands). "Not now, honey." To which she replies, in a whiny voice, "Yeeesss! Please mommy! I'll give you a donut..., that I have in my pocket."
hm...how do I pass that up?