me: Honey, it's cold outside. You need to wear long sleeves and pants.
my daughter:I don't want to. I want to wear my skirt and short sleeves.
me:I know you don't want to-- but if you don't, you'll get sick. Then we'll have to take you to the doctor and have the nurse give you shots.(I know this will make her scared of the doctor but desperate times call for desperate measures)
my daughter (whining): nooooo
me: Yes!
my daughter: YOU CAN'T COME TO MY WEDDING!
me:Okay. But then, I'm not paying for your wedding. I'm not about to pay for a wedding I'm not even invited to.
She then (with a struggle) will put on the pants but has to wear short sleeves and I insist on a sweater. Dude, how does she come up with these kind of insults?!?!
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