I thought, for years, that I would never get to drink Squirt because my dad always told me that I could have one "when you are a dad."
Sometimes I will tell them, "I don't think I have all of the ingredients" when they ask to make an especially arduous dish. Sometimes I just divert, "You'll have to ask your dad how to do that." Why do I lie? I do because the ding dang kids will not abide by the mother's end-of-conversation word "because."
A fib now and then frees up a lot of time. Plus, I just get sick of explaining every doggone reason for every doggone decision.
Let me hear an Amen!