She Says

As I'm raking leaves up in the yard: "Mom!  There's a car coming... get out of the street!  You're being a bad example, now I'll have to stand in the street, too."

L:  Mom, can I do some service for you?
M:  Sure, will you help me clear the table?
L:  No, Mom!  That would just be miserable!

M:  We'll let Daddy decide because he's the head of our house.  He's the boss.
L:  No he's not.  You're the boss.

As I'm walking away: "Mom! You can't leave because I LOVE YOU!"