First of all, let me preface this by saying that we had a rough morning today. Katelyn was arguing with me every chance she got, and while most of the time I would not argue back, I could not stop myself- I was at my breaking point!
Kate (holding up one of her fruit snacks shaped like a number): "Mommy, what number is this?"
Me: "It's a 5."
Kate: "Nope- it's an 's', see?"
Me: "No, it's a 5. 'S' is not a number."
Kate: "Well, it IS an 's', it's not a 5."
Me (This is me- snapping): "I'VE BEEN IN SCHOOL PRACTICALLY MY WHOLE LIFE. . .YOU ARE 3. . .I HAVE A MASTER'S DEGREE. . .IT'S A 5!!!!!"Kate: "WELL, I GO TO PRESCHOOL AND it IS an 'S'!!!!!"