Conversation between my nine year old daughter and her father.
Appa: Make me some tea.
Her: Someday, appa. I’m not saying I’ll make it now, or tomorrow or later. But someday.
Appa: I’ll also send you to college someday. I’m not saying I’ll send you when you are ready to go or the year after. But someday.
Her: I’ll find some way to go to college. And I’ll find some way to become a billionaire. And then I won’t give you my money!
– Poor appa, there goes his retirement plan. He seems to keep getting outwitted again and again and yet again.
