Not My Gum Drop Buttons!!!!

So last night I am sitting on the edge of my bed waiting for Lauren to get her PJ's on and Brandon to finish playing in the tub and Lauren walks in with tears welling up in her eyes. I of course ask what is the matter. Her reply was "my buttons". She seemed to be having trouble getting them done. My first thought was here we go again. Her over reacting to some minor thing. Now . . . how to show her that she is being a bit over dramatic. Oh . . . I got it. I first use my best 1920 dramatic voice and say . .

"Not . . . the . . . Buttons, Oh my god, not the buttons." I then fall back on the bed yelling and flopping around like a wet noodle. My voice now changes to the gingerbread man in Shrek and I say: "Not my gumdrop button. Nooooooo. Not the buttons, my gum drop buttons."

After a minute or two I am told I am being silly. REALLY. I do her buttons and ask if we are good now. I think I made my point.