Manipulative. Indecisive. Transparent.

The first words out of my three year old daughter yesterday morning as I plucked her from the crib:

Clara: Daddy, I have a cold. I can’t go to school today.

Me: Don’t worry, munchkin. It’s Monday. We don’t got to school on Monday.

Clara: Daddy?

Me: Yeah?

Clara: I feel better now.

UPDATE (three hours later):

Clara: Daddy, I want to go to school! Teddy is waiting for me!