I took Jillie to the gas station with me after we dropped of the kids at school.
"Where are we going, Mama?" she asked. "To Loves." (That's the truck stop's name)
"Why?" she asked. "To get Mom something to drink."
"Oh... Well, I want something. I already covered in peanut butter so what difference does it make?" This is the logic of my 4 year old.. :) And so, she walked out of Love's with a bag of Peachies. After all, what could it hurt? :)