The Preschooler: 'Am I your best friend?'
Thing Two: 'I keep telling you. I don't have a best friend' [arms crossed over her chest. Glowering]
The Preschooler: 'Well, do you still like me?' [wide eyed and sad]
Thing Two: 'Yes' [Said in the tone one would expect to accompany the phrase 'I hate you']
The Preschooler: [Sighs, looks at me imploringly then back to Thing Two] 'Why are you so grumpy then?'