Conversations with a Four Year Old

This morning I told Lauryn to go upstairs and get her comb. Instead she made a pit stop in the restroom and then started down the stairs without it.

Me: Where's your comb? Did you forget it?

Lauryn: No, I forGOT it.

Me: That's what I said.

Lauryn: No, I forGOT it, not forGET it!