my reality.

m: mommy do you love me?

mommy: why of course i do.

m: so if my room is a mess you'll still love me?

mommy: of course i will. why?

m: i was just checking. i wouldn't joke about that.

mommy: do you want me to check out your room?

m: no i'll check. but you'll still love me?

moments later she was twirling around her room (that looked like a tornado had blown through) in her bathing suit and tutu dancing and singing her heart out.  
to the dixie chicks "cowboy take me away".  how could i get mad at her doing that?  outwitted again by a zany 4 1/2 year old.  ah my days.