My girl, passing a tattoo parlor: Can I get a tattoo?
Me: Do you have money?
My girl: How much do they cost?
Me: Probably $75. Do you have $75? Because if you do, I'm going to make you pay me for lunch.
My girl: No. I have it in my pouch at home -- I'll go home and get it.
Me: Okay. You'll have to get there and back in 45 minutes.
My girl: I can't fly!
Me: If you could fly, I'd get you a tattoo.
[My girl jumps up and down a few times.]
Me: That's called 'jumping.' That's not flying. You're not going to learn to fly that way.
My girl: You have to jump to fly.
Me: Good point. That is the first step.
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