the thought process of a 7 year old

Ladybug: Mama, I need a new bike.

I know this.  Hers is too small.  And she can handle a larger bike.

Mama: Ladybug, where is your other library book?
Ladybug: What? (with that guilty-innocent look)
Mama: You are suppose to have 10 books. I only count 9.  Where is the 9th book?
Ladybug: Oh well... I let one of the kids at camp look at it and she lost it.
Mama:  You need to get it back.
Ladybug: Mama, my bike needs to be bigger than the one I have now.

A little later...

Mama: Ladybug, what happened to this? (holding a fake faberge egg music box)
Ladybug: What?  (again with that guilty-innocent look)
Mama:  Two of the dancers have been ripped out.  What happened?
Ladybug:  I don't know.
Mama: Well it wasn't like this a few weeks ago.
Ladybug:  I didn't mean to break it.
Mama:  You need to take care of your things or you won't be getting new things.
Ladybug: Can my new bike be purple?  I like purple.

And yet a little later:

Mama:  Ladybug!  (exasperated) 
Ladybug: Yes, Mama?
Mama: What happened to this? (holding a hula hoop with all kinds of dents and bends in it)
Ladybug: Nothing?
Mama: It is broken.
Ladybug:  I know.
Mama:  And now it needs to be thrown away.  You won't be getting any new things if you can't take care of the things you have already.
Ladybug:  Can we go to a store and get my new bike?

And even a little later:

Mama: Ladybug, get in here!  (trying to control the anger)
Ladybug: Yes, Mama?
Mama:  What did you do with my toothbrush? (it was not where I left it so I know she moved it)
Ladybug: Nothing! (not hiding the guilt at all)
Mama: It was not where I left it.  It was moved.  So you did something with it.  What did you do with it?
Ladybug:  Well, there was a bug so I used your toothbrush to kill it.
Mama: Now I need to get a new toothbrush.
Ladybug: When we go to the store to get your new toothbrush can we also look for my...
Mama: Don't even mention the bike to me right now!

Mean Mama