La tends to come up with some harebrained ideas every now and again.
I walked into the bathroom a second ago to wash her hair, and here's the conversation that ensued:
La: Mom, PUH-LEEEEEZ get in the tub with me.
Me: I already told you. Absolutely not.
La: But, when you get in the tub, the water will get bigger, and then I will be more warmer!
Me: How 'bout I just add some more water?
La: No! I want YOOOOOOUUUUU to come in the WWAAAAATTTER with MEEEEEE ... PLEASE!
Me: No, thanks.
*long pause, wherein I rinse her hair, foolishly believing that she has given up on her nutty idea. But. Note to self: LA NEVER GIVES UP ON THINGS, EVER*
La: Mom, what one do you pick; friends, or not friends?
Me: Friends.
La: Why?
Me: Because I'll always pick "friends" over "not friends."
La: Well, you have to get in the tub if you want to be my friend.
Me: What kind of rule is that?
La: My rule.
Me: I hope you don't use that method to manipulate your school friends.
La: No. I only do that to you.
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