Shoppin' Ain't Cool

We were in a store yesterday Christmas shopping. I think that's probably one of my least favorite things to do; that and going to my annual OBGYN appointment. It's just so crowded and crazy during the holidays, especially with a three year old in tow asking if she can have everything we see. After spying an ugly fire-poker set decorated with a fleur de lis on top, she claimed she wanted it. She wanted the "Flower Club" for her Arial doll. Next thing I know she'll want a cute set of vinegar and water douching bottles.

She was nagging and whining while I was drudging through the store. I turned to her, and using the sarcasm reserved for such events I said, "Salem! You know what would be really super cool?" she looked up at me, knowing what I was going to say yet she humored me with a flat "what mom?"
“If you’d stop whining! That would really super awesome!” She frowned, then I saw her eyes light up, her brow lifted and she cocked her head to one side and shot back. “You know what would be cool mom?” < Insert dramatic pause here > “It would be cool if you were nice to me!”