Driving home yesterday.

“Daddy?”

It was my three year old daughter, Rebekah, sitting in her car seat behind me.

“Yes, honey?”

“Can we go to the baseball game tonight?”

“Uh, no honey, the season’s over.”

“Tomorrow?”

(Uh-oh. I don’t like where this is heading.)

“Uh, no babe. There aren’t any more games until…”

“I want to see Skratch-cat.”

“I know honey, but - “, I was starting to panic now.

“I want to see my friends… I want to see DJ.”

“We’ll see them again, babe, we’ll…” (Man. Could she pick up on the fear in my voice?)

“I want to see Sarah!”. (Oh. Dear. God. Make it stop. Think man, think!!! Bribery, yes, that’s the ticket!!!!)

“Do you want to go to Tim Horton’s? We can get a doughnut, or…”

“No. I want to go see the Lynx.”

How can you say “no” to a face like this?