Overheard from the backseat

After being closed out of a parking spot at the gym and realizing the hours for gym childcare were turning to minutes, we decided on the most logical solution. Abandon mission and opt instead for frozen yogurt. En route to FroYo, I offer you the dialogue: Mommy, we're on the 9th commandment!

> Oh yah, and what does it say?

It says, Do not tell a lie.

> What an important commandment, huh?

Yes. Mommy. Sometimes, even grown-ups tell lies.

*** Later that evening...

Mommy, when you go to the gym after we go to sleep, do you sometimes get tickets?

[I have no idea to what kind of tickets the dearheart is referring. I think she must mean the receipt I get when I pay for the childcare at the gym.]

> Yeah, sometimes I do.

MOMMY! YOU GET TICKETS SOMETIMES!?!

> Oh, you mean like a speeding ticket from a police officer?

YEAH! YOU GET TICKETS, MOMMY?!

> Oh, no. No, I don't get tickets.

MOMMY YOU JUST LIED.

> Ohh, no, honey. I was just joking.

You're such a joker, Mommy.