Touché

SCENE: The Impala, driving back from church this morning, me driving and Patch, age four, and Little One, age eight, in the backseat.

PATCH: (makes a series of weird rambling semi-animal noises)

ME: Little One, did you ever think, then when you were asking for a baby sister, God would have sent this to us?

LITTLE ONE: Well, actually, I wanted a brother.

PATCH: (after a moment’s thought) … You get what you get and you don’t get upset!