Yesterday, we headed out to the park. But not just any park--one in a neighboring town. We decided to go to a gluten-free restaurant for lunch and then visit a park near there. So, it was a bit of a drive. And Theo asked at least 15 times, "What time are we going to get to the park?" Actually, 15 times may be understating it. Anyway, after being asked for the umpteenth time, we were both rather exasperated, and it came to this:
Theo: What time are we going to get to the park?
Chris (in exasperation): Theo, if I hear that question again, we're not going to the park!
Theo (without missing a beat): Okay, Dad, what time are we going to get off the road?
Final score: Theo 1, Chris 0.
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