My three year old smiled up at me sweetly and began this conversation:
Her: Mommy, I love you so much.
Me: Awww…I love you, too, Sweetie!
Her: I wish I had a real race car.
Me, with dawning realization: Wait a minute…Did you just tell me you love me just so I’d get you a real race car?
Her, with the same sweet smile and without a shred of guile: Yeah!
At least she’s honest. (But she’s still not getting the race car.)