Kara: “Mom, I want to make cookies.”
Me: “*sigh* just come lay down with me for a few minutes.”
Kara: “no, I wanna make cookies”
(Which means, I have to drive her to get the stuff and MAKE the damn cookies)
Me:  “Come on, Bear…come cuddle wif your momma.”
Kara: “*giggle* No, I know If I get in bed with you I won’t want to get up.”
Me:  *Silent*
Kara: “No.”
Me:  *Silent and doing the puppy dog eyes while doing the cute cuddle under the covers look*
Kara: “Mooooooommmm, nooooo. I won’t get up!”
Me:  (this is the moment I turn into my mother)  “If you loved me, you would come cuddle.”
Kara: “I do love you….”
Me: (The clencher that I am officially my mother) “No, you don’t…you don’t love me..if you loved me…”

It would have been TOTALLY official if she hadn’t walked down the hall before I forgot the closer that ALWAYS worked for me when I was a kid.  “I’m going to be dead someday and you will have wished you had cuddled with me!!”

The Fonz has cast an evil curse.