As I am enjoying my occasional root beer soda...
Ariella: Mom! You shouldn't be drinking that! Babies can't be drinking pop!
Me: You're right honey. Should I drink some water instead?"
Me: Could you get me some?
After she brings me a glass...
Ariella: Once my baby _______ comes out, then you can drink pop.
Ok, honey :)
.....And, of course, as I'm writing this nice sweet thing about her, she sneaks into the freezer to try to get some frozen cherries which I told her not to eat, and the container of milled flour crashes on the floor, breaking...and flour is everywhere!! Guess I'm off to clean up a rather large mess....