So yesterday evening, as I was in my room, gathering up my guitar and music to head to my lessons, I could hear this exchange going on down in the kitchen:
Lo: Dad, PLEASE!!! Take me to the sports store.
Biggy: Lola, you don't need a mouthguard. If you play softball, I'll get you one.
Lo: I'm not playing softball this year.
Biggy: Well, there you go. Like I said, you don't need a mouthguard. I need to go to Target; let's go there.
Lo: I don't want to go to Target. I NEED a mouthguard.
(When I was halfway out the front door, sneaking out so's not to get dragged into it, I heard)
Biggy: For the last time, I'm not getting you a mouth guard.
When I got home, Lo was already in bed, waiting for her kiss goodnight.