earlier today, for the millionth time:
M: "Mom, we're going to make popsicles, right?"
me: "No, and if you say 'popsicles' again you will go to time out. Don't ask me again."
M (very concerned and upset): "Mom. I feel like saying 'popsicles' again."
me, bursting out laughing: "It's okay buddy, I know you really really want to make them! But we can't, we don't have frozen berries."
M (feeling much better after seeing me laugh): "Okay, we will make them another day." (and then, overcome with love and relief after realizing, again, that I'm not mad) "Mom, I love you SO MUCH!"