Get Out

I was trying to get you ready for bed and you were fighting me every step of the way. Finally Daddy came in to give you a kiss and you settled down - you knew you were defeated. But as I was giving you kisses on the floor you got up and pulled on the door, "Get out" you said. "No Molly, we need to go to bed. It's bedtime." "Get out" you replied. "No, Molly, let's go get cozy." I wasn't getting it. "Get out, Mommy," you demanded. Oh, I got it. And I cried. I forgive you by the way and I love that you love your daddy but...ouch!!!????