Josh, Lindsay, and Mackenzie

Tonight I made some cinnamon muffins for all of us to share for breakfast tomorrow. My unfortunate mistake was making them close to Mackenzie's bed time. Picture it: 20 minutes before Mack's bedtime and here is our conversation:

(Muffins come out of the oven and smell DELICIOUS!)

{Mack}: Mine!
{Lindsay}: No, not yours. These are for breakfast tomorrow.
{Mack}: Please?
{Lindsay}: No, please won't work right now.
{Mack}: PLEASE!
{Lindsay}: No, sorry Mack. These are for tomorrow.
{Mack}: Yes.
{Lindsay}: Yes.
{Mack}: No.
{Lindsay}: Yes.
{Mack}: Mine. Please?
{Lindsay}: Thank you for saying please, but no, you can't have one.
{Mack, with arched back}: PLEASE!
{Lindsay}: No, I am sorry.
{Mack}: No!
{Lindsay}: I am sorry, but that is correct.

So, either she ABSOLUTELY knows what she's saying, or she does a really good job of faking it. Here's hoping everyone gets to enjoy some muffin greatness tomorrow morning!