Conversations

Setting: My livingroom, thrashed from a two year olds toys...toys everywhere

Daddy: Caiti Mae, you need to clean up all your toys honey.
Caiti: I will

Daddy: No, now, you made the mess, you clean it up
Caiti: I AM!

2 minutes go by ( still no cleaning)

Daddy: Caiti Mae! If you don't start cleaning up, I'm gonna swat your bottom.
Caiti: Daddy, don't yell at me like that!

Daddy: I'm gonna keep yelling if you don't clean up!
Caiti: Daddy, I said "don't talk to me like that!"

Eric turns and walks away trying to hide that's he's laughing is butt off. Looks at me and says "How do you argue with that?"

So the question at hand: Am I so screwed come teenage years?