Sophia just called me the meanest person in the world. Not for the first time. Because I wouldn't give her candy. That's me, non-candy-giving meanie.

Moments later she said she was going upstairs to read, and I suggested that she go ahead and brush her teeth and get in bed, to save herself the work later. She apparently thought this was a command from high, because she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips and declared,"I'm going upstairs. And I'm going to read. And I'm not going to brush my teeth first."

"Ok," I said, shrugging.

She smiled,"Thanks, mom! Thanks for not making me have to brush my teeth!"

"Oh wait. Does this mean I lose my title of meanest person in the world?"

"Moooooooooom."

"I'm serious. Can I keep my title?"

"No."

"Oh darn!"

"Don't worry mom, I'm sure you'll get it again on another day."

Yes. Without a doubt I will once again earn the title of meanest person in the world. I may soften from time to time, but that mean title belongs to ME!