We always pass Pizza Ranch on our way to and from church. Paige knows exactly where it is and always wants to go. Today on the way home was no different and it was 10:30am mind you.
P: "I want to go to Pizza Ranch."
(Her Daddy and I try to ignore the statement)
P: More adamently, "I want to go to Pizza Ranch!"
M: "Oh Paige, we aren't going to PR."
(Insert fussing and whining.)
P: "I don't want a cookie."
M: "What?!" (There was no mention of cookies prior to this.)
P: "I don't want a cookie!"
M: "What do you want?"
P: "I want to go to Pizza Ranch. . . .I'm hungry!"
We did NOT go to Pizza Ranch, we came home. The girl does like her pizza.