A fence post...

Anna has decided that arguing with everything I say is the best thing yet.  She'll ask me a question about something, whether it's the color of something, what something is, what the something does...  It doesn't matter at all what she asks.  She will almost always argue with my answer.  She asks, "Mommy, where we going?"  I say, "We're going to the store."  She says, "We're going to the Jenni's house."  I say, "Nope, the store." She says, "Nope, to Jenni's house."  Back and forth...   I guess she just likes the "conversation."