Tonight we were on the way home from the cousins' house, and Nikki was exhausted. She was crying and whining about being hungry and thirsty (she had eaten plenty of food and had plenty to drink). Oh, first I should mention that when it was time for everyone to clean up before we left, Nikki conveniently made her way into the kitchen asking for a drink. I purposefully poured her just a tiny amount because I knew she was trying to get out of cleaning up, and she then tried to take the tiniest, slowest sips possible. Clever kid. So anyway, when we weren't responding to her crying in the car she came up with another tactic. All of a sudden she got really quiet and then started making these choking noises. We looked back to see if she was okay and she croaked out, "I'm so thirsty I can't breathe." Ha! If only we could channel this creativity into a positive outlet.