Little A was getting ready for school this morning when she remembered some chocolates that she had last night, after dinner. She smiled big and wide and asked her father for them. He told her that they would mess with her breakfast. She smiled brighter and said, “please”. When she saw that didn’t work, she smiled even bigger and called her father, “Dear.” Five years old and on the road to manipulation. She knew not to ask me, as I am immune to little kid cuteness. LOLOL.