SSG G: Can you run to the store and buy some pancake mix?
Me: I'll just make some.
SSG G: I don't like them from scratch, I like the mix.
Me: you have got to be kidding me. Besides the insult to my cooking, what happened to 'the car repairs were more than we thought, no unnecessary purchases'?
SSG G: Okay, what I really want is a soda, but I didn't think you would go for 'hey I worked all day, could you go get me a pop'?
Me: over not wanting to eat my cooking? yeah, good choice.
SSG G: (turning to our kid's ABA therapist that just entered the room) Hey Kristen, would you go get me a pop?
Kristen: No. (have I mentioned that I love this girl?)
Me: I would have gone and gotten you a pop. Twerp.