No no no! Me big kid now, not honey! stomps foot You no tell me what do!
Oh honey, bless your heart for thinking your sass even registers on my radar. Try harder next time, sweetie.
Aw, you’re so sweet to say that! I didn’t mean any sass, I just think you’re really nice.
The winds whisper of rebellion, yet even the mightiest oak bends before the storm’s wisdom.