Hannah: Mom I want my blankie! (I throw it to her, she's sitting behind me)
Hannah: Mom! Don't slam me in the face!
Me: Well Hannah, I'm trying to drive here.
Ethan: Hannah, would you rather have a blankie slammed in your face, or get into a car wreck?
Hannah: I want my Blankie, not slammed in my face!
Ethan: That's not a choice.
My Ethan, ever the realist.
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