Yesterday I decided to take Tanner and Cailyn to work with me to see if my new office was ready (I’m being moved to a new building/office). I figured if my stuff had been moved, I would get a jump start on the unpacking, and the kids could join me for lunch and see my new digs.
Well, as we’re leaving the house and about to get in the car Tanner and I have the 
following exchange:
Tanner: “Dad, can I ride in the front seat with you?”.
Me: “No, you’re not technically big enough yet dude.”
Tanner: “How big do I need to be?”
Me: “I don’t know, probably when you’re 11 or 12 then we’ll see.”
Tanner: “12 feet! Dad, you’re not even that tall!”
Then later that afternoon after we’d arrived back home, Cailyn comes downstairs and asks me if she can go play with one of her friends. This conversation went as follows:
Cailyn: “Dad, can I go play with <I forget the friends name>?”
Me: “Did you clean your room”? (knowing the answer was no)
Cailyn: “Dad, she doesn’t get to play very long, and Mom said that as long as your Dad doesn’t have plans for you then I can play. So can I please play?”
Me: “I don’t know silly. I think your Dad does have plans for you. In fact, I bet he would like you to clean your room. Should I call your Dad as ask him?”
(this stumped her for a good 30 seconds…I was surprised at how long she processed this…)
Cailyn (in a “duh” like voice, and a semi-confused look on her face): “Um, but, you’re my Dad! So, can I please go play??”