Jane is obsessed with candy - it's second only to her obsession with babies. The other night she came wandering out of her room about 30 minutes after she'd been put to bed.
Jane: "Mommy, can I have some candy?"
Me: "No, of course not."
Jane: "Please? I love candy."
Me: "No. Go back to bed."
Jane: [stomps to her room]
Five minutes later, she reappears, looking very unhappy and says to me, "Mommy, I want to talk to you about my feelings." I feel bad for being short with her, and am ready to apologize.
Me: "Okay, sweetie. How are you feeling?"
Jane (pausing): "Well . . . I'm feeling like I want some candy."