"Mommy, do you know what fantastic means?" W asked me.
"Do you know what it means?"
"What does fantastic mean?"
"When you like coffee and you get coffee."
He could not be more right.
Scene: In the car, running errands. W is throwing a total fit about having to be in the car.
"You have to stop crying right now," I told him firmly.
"Sometimes I just have to cry, but right now I'm screaming."
Wow, can't tell you how many times I've wanted to say that exact thing.