Son – Dad, where you going?
Dad – Uhh … going to get some milk. We’re all out.
Son – Can I come?
Dad – Not this time.
Son – Why? You always let me go.
Dad – Just not this time, okay. I’m going to a different store and they don’t allow kids in this late.
Son – What store is that?
Dad – Look, I gotta go, okay?
Son – But you don’t have to go. We don’t need milk. I don’t like cereal or chocolate milk anymore. So you can stay now. Here, take your jacket off and sit down.
Dad – Your mom needs the milk to put in her cornbread.
Son – Well let her go to the store and you stay. You stay here. Close the door and sit down. I wanna show you something upstairs. Let’s go!
Dad – I’ll see it when I get back.
Son – Can I go … pleassssseeeee?
Dad – … well you can’t go looking like that. Go upstairs and put your evening clothes on.
Son – Yay! runs halfway upstairs Dad, dad, can … can you come upstairs with me and help me put my clothes on?
Dad – Your mother is up there. She’ll help you.
Son – Mom … can you tie my shoes?
Mom – Where you going?
Son – With dad to go get some milk for your cornbread.
Mom – I’m not cooking cornbread.
Son – runs to bedroom window and sees dad truck leaving driveway He tricked me.
Mom – He got me too.
Son – Why daddy don’t want us no more?