So yesterday I pick up the kids from a friends house. My daughter didn’t want to leave her friend (let’s call him Sam) there, but I insisted, so she became upset with me.

Actual conversation:

Daughter: I don't want to go!
Me: It's time to go. We have to go home and eat dinner.
Daughter: No. I hate you.
Me: Hmm... okay, you can stay. Well, come on, [son]. Let's go home and eat all the candy, buddy.
Daughter: Bye, Sam!

Three-year-old girls are fickle. I’ll give you my opinion on three-year-old boys in a couple of years.