My Daughter's Perspective on Q&A

So today the plan was simple. Meet with Annie Ann at Reisterstown Festival at around Noon, meet with Mom Mom and Pop Pop around 2 so they can pick her up to spend the weekend with them, then spend the rest of the day helping out at Annie's booth.

Well, we leave the house on time and get to the Reisterstown Festival with plenty of time to spare until I realize I left the damn house without her suitcase and the gift for the party she is going to later in the day, so we turn around and head back to the house.

The minute we head back to the house Savanah starts with the question of the hour. "Daddy, Mommy said I could bring Zingo Bingo to Mom Mom's house. Can we get that too?"

I respond, "If she said you could bring it then it's probably packed. We are only bringing what Mommy packed." Apparently, that wasn't the answer she was looking for so again she asks me the question and gets the same response. We go back and forth several more times until I finally ask her "Savanah, why do you keep asking me the same question over and over again?"

"Well Daddy, sometimes you give the wrong answer."