Just get in the car. We're leaving.

A real conversation I had with my 5-year-old. 

Me: Put on your shoes; it's time to go. 

Ellie: I'm hungry. Can I have a snack?

Me: No. Breakfast was 30 minutes ago and we have to go. You should have eaten a bigger breakfast. 

E: Well you forced me to eat that yogurt.

Me: you mean the yogurt you insisted I buy for you at the grocery store? The one I suggested you eat for breakfast but gave you the option and opportunity to say "no thank you, I would prefer to have _________," that yogurt?

E: (rolls eyes)

I'm such a mean mom. Seriously, I can't make this stuff up.