"Sorry quarter, but we can't be friends anymore."

Another dad moment. Note: he really wants me to have a girl.


Dad: Walks into the room and picks up a quarter. "Okay: heads and Taylor's having a boy, tails it's a girl."

Quarter: Heads.

Dad: "Best two out of three."

Quarter: Heads.

Dad: "Wait, this one's the magic flip!"

Quarter: Heads.

Dad: "Fine, this is a test. Heads and CJ is a boy, tails she's a girl."

Quarter: Tails.

Dad: Scowling at the quarter. "Let's try: tails I'm going to work tomorrow, heads I'm staying home."

Quarter: Tails.

My sister and I: Cracking up.

Dad: Pretending to glare. "Heads my kids are smart asses, tails they're not."

Quarter: Tails.

Dad: "Never mind, this quarter's broken."