A phone call from my niece Mackenzie...
K: Hi Waya.
A: Hey Kenz. What's up?
K: If I sleep over at Grandma and Grandpa's tonight, will you take me to The Roomstore tomorrow?
A: Sorry, where do you want to go?
K: The Roomstore
A: (laughing) Why do you want to go to The Roomstore, honey?
K: Cuz I want a bigger bed. Mine's too small.
A: Aw, Kenzie, I can't take you there. You'll have to talk to your Dad and Stacy.
K: I did, but they won't take me.
A: Sorry babe, but I can't take you out and buy you furniture. That's Daddy's job.
She's 8. I'm used to her wanting to shop for clothes, earrings, nail polish, lip gloss... but bedroom furniture? That's a first.