Cupcake

I was sitting at the table watching Stella finish up her lunch and talking about the birthday party we were about to attend.
Me-"Stella, I don't want to go.  Maybe you could drive yourself."
Stella-"MOM!  I can't drive!"
M-"Well, if I go, you have to give me your birthday cupcake.  Is that a deal?"
S-"You're kidding, right?"
M-"I'm dead serious."
S-(nervously laughing) You're kidding!

Later on in the car on the way to the party, Stella was in the backseat, looking out the window.
S-"Mom?"  (sounding sad and really serious)
M-"Yeah? What's up?"
S-"Do I really have to give you my cupcake?"

Love it!  She had been worrying about that cupcake for 2 hours!  I feel the same way about cupcakes.