This just happened:
Andrew came skipping into the kitchen. “Mommy, can I have a grape juice?”
“You already had one,” I answered as I sorted through all the papers that came home from school.
“What?!? That does not answer my question, Mommy.”
“NO, Andrew, you may not have a juice because you already had one,” I replied, with perhaps just a smidge of exasperation.
“There you go, Mommy. Now that’s an answer. You just had to be more pacific.”
“Well, ok then, buddy. Go play.”
Then he went skipping back out of the kitchen, en route to the next bout of mischief.