Lydia looks up from a room completely filled with train tracks of all sorts to ask, “Can we go outside?”
“Sure, once y’all pick up all these train tracks,” I reply.
Lydia surveys the damage. “Can we go outside, then pick up the train tracks?”
“No, because y’all promised me you would pick up these train tracks once you were through with them.”
Lydia, not yet defeated, surmises, “Ummm, that might have been a mistake.”