Gracie: I'm not moving. No way. You'll have to build the stupid Christmas village around me. You should've never moved my chair away from MY window.
Me: But Gracie... You don't like the train that goes around the village. You say it scares you.
Gracie: I'll tear that train to pieces... that's what I'll do with that noisy smoke stack choo-choo piece of junk.
Me: Gracie, now you know you wouldn't do such a thing. You're a good girl. Now let's try your Christmas sweater on to see if it still fits.
Gracie: I got a better idea... let's try yours on and see if it still fits. Two dollars to a donut says you can't even get it over your head.
Me: Gracie don't be that way. How about if we take you to the tennis courts to lift your spirits?
Gracie: Okay. But when I come back...
I'm going to remember that you moved my chair...
And...
I'll be unhappy once again...