We ate out for dinner. My wife and I tried something called Butterburgers, the girls chose kids meals, and the twins drank their bottles.
The kids meals had coupons taped to them — one for ice cream, the other for prize tokens. We were right beside the prize window too, so the girls debated on getting coloring books or collecting more coupons for the bigger prizes. They decided on coloring books, and our younger daughter wanted one immediately. But she hadn’t finished eating, and I told her to…
“Eat first,” I said.
“I want a coloring book NOW.”
“Finish your food, and you can have one,” I said.
“I WANT A COLORING BOOK NOW.”
The place got quiet.
“You can have your coupon back,” I said, “after you eat,” and I shoved the coupon into my pocket.
“Give me my COUPON.”
“Please be polite, or I’ll have to put your coupon in the trash,” I said.
“NO, DAD, KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS.”