Ever argue with a 3 year old?

Unfortunately, it is 8:30 in the morning and I know already that it is going to be one of those days! We got up this morning to get ready for school. Everything was cool until we walked outside to go. Kalynn's bicycle is parked next to our steps... no problem so far. Every morning she pulls it onto our walkway, removes the plastic cover we put on her seat to keep it dry (aka - hotel shower cap... you know the ones housekeeping leaves in the bathroom but you never really use but find the need to pack anyway... maybe that is just me... ) then she climbs on to head for school. This morning she caught a SERIOUS attitude because she could not find her 'fire stick'. Huh? It was still early for me so I am trying to figure out what she is rambling on about until it hit me. Two days ago she came home from a walk around the neighborhood with her Daddy with a long piece of wheat/grass/grain looking thing. Apparently the way it was made resembled fire to her. She took it to school yesterday in the sack on her bike. I told her to leave it on her bike because I did not want her to take it in the school. No problem. It was raining pretty heavy when it was time to pick her up so instead of walking I drove the car to get her. I put her in and then went back to get to unlock her bike to put in the trunk. I tossed the grain thingy and shoved her bike in the trunk (all while getting wet). She never said anything about it. This morning she must have remembered. It is rather chilly today so we are standing outside freezing while I try to explain to her that she is going to have to go to school without her 'fire stick' because there is no 'fire stick'. She at first refused to get on her bicycle. Then I did the "1-2-3" count (you know the one where the kid thinks that if she doesn't comply by 3 something is going to happen). She unwillingly climbed on the bike by 3. Then she just slumped down on it as if to say "Well I'm on it but you didn't say anything about riding it". I give the bike a little push to get her going like I always do. It just goes off to the side into our "welcome" banner while she is still slumped on the handlebars. I'm getting cold and ticked right now. I abruptly grab her and sit her up on the bike which scared her so now she is screaming bloody murder and producing some pretty impressive crocodile tears to match. She is pedaling slower than molasses flows on the way to school. I am pushing and fussing. Then I try to just keep walking when she falls behind so that she would just catch up to me. Not working much there either. I end up having to stop or go back and get her. (I REALLY hate that stick right now)! About 3/4 of the way there she said to me: "I can take care of myself at home. Mommy, can I just take care of myself at home?" Apparently "No" was not the right answer because after that I had to push her on her bike the rest of the way to school. No I need a time out!