After seeing an opened bag of chips on the counter, Mikayla and I begin our conversation...
Mikayla: Mommy, I wanna a chip.
Mommy: OK, I'll give you a chip.
Mikayla: 2 chips.
Mommy: You can have 2 chips.
Mommy: Here's 3 chips.
Mikayla: OK (and off she runs).
That little stinker got me, didn't she? But how can you refuse a sweet face like this?