Marin has field hockey practice in the evening this week. Last evening, I decided to leave her at practice and go run some errands. When I returned, there were no players on the field. After a mad scramble, I learned there had been lightning sighted nearby, the coaches cleared the field, and had the kids all sitting in a van on low ground.
As I approach the van, I see Marin sitting in a folding chair, arms crossed, big pout, and ugly look on her face.
Me: Hi Sweetie. Are you OK?
Me: What's the matter?
Marin: I've told you I need my own cell phone for situations just like this one. But you don't listen to me. What if my coach had to leave? I would be here all alone. How can you do that to a little kid? It is too dangerous for me to be out here with no cell phone.
Wow. She ripped that off like she had been rehearsing it for months and just waiting for the perfect moment to serve it up.