The Specialist

Reagan: "Mom, can I have a cookie?"
Mom: "No, we're having dinner first. Maybe afterwards."
Quinn: "Can I have a cookie?"
Mom: "Sure.  You can, but not Reagan, because you're special". 
Quinn: "Oh, good!"
Mom: "Quinn.... NO.   I'm kidding."
Reagan: "Mom!  I'm special!"
Mom: "Yes, Reagan.  You are special."
Reagan:  "I'm more special than Quinn.  I'm the specialist!"
Mom: "Yup.  The Specialist.  That you are."