An argument

We're about to head out to run some errands, and here is a conversation that just took place.

Me: Charlotte, please put your shoes on.
Charlotte: Can I wear these shoes, mom? (As she holds up her black patent leather shoes that are too small.)
Me: Charlotte, those shoes are too small. They hurt your feet.
Charlotte: No, mom they do fit. Stop arguing with me mom.
Greg (from kitchen): Are you kidding me? (Under his breath, but I could still hear him from the living room.)
Me: ???????? (I am just too dumbfounded to speak as I walk into the kitchen!)
Greg: Well, you're going to have to address this.
Me to Charlotte: Charlotte, I am not arguing with you.
Charlotte: Yes, you are mom.
Me: When I ask you to do something and you don't obey by not picking out new shoes, that is not arguing. You need to obey mommy and daddy right away when we ask you to do something. You wore those shoes on Sunday and took them off. Do you remember why?
Charlotte: They hurt my feet.
Me: Yes, that's right. They hurt your feet because they are too small. Please put on these other shoes.

Which she did.

And just for the record, Charlotte's 3 1/2, not 10, 14, or 16! What will we have to look forward to at those ages?!?