OK so I need to preface this conversation by saying that she wasn't speaking with a bratty or snotty tone of voice, because this could have been said in a snotty way. She was being playful and silly, and just gently teasing me.
Her: Mom, why is your dead ipod hooked up to the charger?
Me: I'm trying to charge it.
Her: It's dead.
Me: I don't care. I'm still trying to charge it.
Her: It's broken. It isn't going to charge.
Me: I keep trying it - I check every so often to see if it's working again.
Her: The only way it could start working again is if magical ipod fairies travel by electricity through the charger into the ipod and wave their little ipod fairy magic wands. Because electricity alone won't help that ipod anymore.
*she moves to unplug it.*
Me: Stop it! I want it plugged in.
Her: That doesn't make any sense!
Me: I don't care, I want it plugged in.
Her:
Me: I'm not giving up yet. I'm not ready to say goodbye.
Her: