Yesterday we got into the car to pick B up from work, since the other car was getting an oil change.
The children, in unison: Where's my water? I want water!
Me: There is no water.
The children: [Suitably horrified by my maternal deficiencies.]
Me: We'll be there in five minutes and back in another five. You don't need water.
The children: [Still feeling water is necessary.]
Me: You'll survive. You're not going to die.
Mabel: My feelings are dying.
Me: Oh, really?
Mabel: Yes. Tomorrow my feelings will be dead.
The melodrama is strong with that one.