Princesses don't go to their room.

B: Momma, H hit me.
Me: Oh, I'm sorry. Did you tell her that you don't like that?
B: H, no hit me.
H: I'm sorry. It was an accident. What can I do to help you feel better? Would you like a hug and kiss?

Me: (as B is rolling on the floor with a pair of scissors) Do you like your eyes?
B: No, I'm fine.

Me: H, are you done with this almond butter tortilla?
H: Yes.
Me: Then can you put it in la basura, please?
H: Maybe you can do it.
Me: Yes, I'd love to. Because I'm not trying to do a million other things at this moment.
H: That's why you're super mom.

After the kids were whining and fighting for the umpteenth time.
Me: All right, guys, this is enough. Mommy is losing her mind. Let's pull it together now.
H: I think you need a hug and kiss. You're attitude isn't very sweet right now.

Me: H, if you cannot play safely and kindly than maybe you need to go play in your room.
H: Princesses don't go to their room.