So this is parenthood No. 15

As Peanut and I sit down to breakfast, she looks at me and says, "Where's my juice?"

It isn't necessarily snotty but it isn't exactly sweet either. More of a "Hey, woman, you forgot something."

I ask her, "Would you like some juice?"

She says yes.

I ask her, "Then what do you say?"

Her response: Yes.

I finally finagled a please out of her.

I saw my future and it included phrases like "Where's the credit card?" "Where are my car keys?" "Where's the money for my platinum wedding?"

Someone hold me.