Sucks..

This is a word in our house that is reserved for the most dire of situations, i.e. it is not intended for everyday use, and is mostly considered a "potty word".
So the other morning, when Ashley used it, I couldn't get after her. It was a situation where it's use was necessary, and it was used in the correct context.
Here's the breakdown:
It was breakfast time.
The girls were a little groggy, I do get them up early when we have to be somewhere (like church) at a certain time.. looking presentable. The choosing of their breakfast food was underway.
Lynn told me what she wanted, then Ashley followed with the same, the exact same.
Lynn changed her mind, in a rather ornery tone, and I asked her if she changed her mind because she really didn't want that choice anymore, or to just be mean.
"To be mean." She stated, with a glare fired off in Ashley's direction.
Ashely wasn't looking at Lynn. She was staring straight ahead, with the glazed-over tired stare going on. It seemed she hadn't noticed...
Until she turned towards Lynn, and very matter-of-factly said, "Being mean sucks."
I couldn't have said it better myself..