I can get weary hearing things like this:
"Why can't you buy us a playstation (Gameboy, such and such DVD, or any substitution of your choice) . Everyone else has one!"
"I don't like this chicken!"
"Can I have some cookies?" Requested at 7:00 AM.
"You're so mean!"
Then I hear from my sick Ryan, droopy eyed and feverish, looking me right in the eye:
"Thank you for doing your best to make me feel better." Then he kissed me on the cheek.
I wouldn't trade being my children's mom for anything in the world!