Bad Lady. That's what Katy told the Wal-Mart clerk 15 minutes ago. She was tired and crabby and Mommy wouldn't give her those puppies she wanted and crying hadn't helped. So at the check-out stand she clung to the bag of chocolate chips like her life depended on it. I was trying to wrestle them away to give to the clerk, and Katy looked her dead in the eye and said, "No! Myte! (mine) Bad lady!" I almost died of embarrassment right on the spot.