And it begins...

Yesterday, Pook told me that now that she was 4 she wouldn't whine anymore. (We'd previously had a conversation about how being 4 meant being a big girl and not whining.) I was so proud of her and she's been true to her word since yesterday. However, on our way to Chuck E Cheese's yesterday, she began to argue with me in that way that she does. When I said to her, "You know, 4 year olds don't argue either" this is the response I got. "Oh Mother, I'm still 3!" Grammie and I just about lost it. She's been dying to be 4, but apparently only when it works in her best interest. She later told us that it was "all just a little joke!" Man, are we in trouble when she hits her teens or what?