"If I had a nickel for every time I've heard you say 'but, Dad!'. . .", my husband replied.
Later that day. . .
"But Dad, but Dad, but Dad, but Dad!!!" my five year old wailed in the anguish that is quite unique to him.
"See buddy? That's like twenty cents right there!!" my husband said, smiling.
My son became very serious and said, "Do I have to pay you that money?"