We're driving in the car, and Ellie is incessantly pestering me about Jimmy's dropped stuffed animal, an animal he didn't even want, an animal that she insisted he hold, why won't he hold it, GET IT FOR HIM, and so on an so forth.
I say, "Ellie. Please stop. He. Doesn't. Want. The. Toy. It's fine. Please let me drive."
And she replies, speaking slowly and with carefully chosen words, "Mom, you're acting too crabby to me. You're acting like....a CRAZY WOMAN."