This morning my daughter woke up cranky. So, while my wife, daughter and I were standing in the kitchen, and my daughter just finished wailing about some grievance done to her by one of us (totally inconsequential, I assure you), I tried to soothe her by patting her on the head.
“No, daddy! No petting!” she said. “[I’m]* no puppy!”
Right you are, kiddo. Noted and [b]logged.
* My daughter currently tends to speak in the third person, so the “I’m” in this case replaces her given name.