Drew: Daddy, can I take my stick horse to the farm show with me?

Me: Your what?

Drew: The stick with the horsie head on it. The one I play with.

Me: Oh, OK. Maybe, Drew. Why?

Drew: Because Mommy said no, and then she told me she didn’t want to talk about it again any more.

Me: Hmm. Something tells my that no matter how many times you ask each of us, I know what my answer will be now.

(I know what side my bread is buttered on…)