The Ever Prudent Four-Year-Old

I couldn't have been more excited about the new (used) guitar that arrived in the mail today. Until I talked to Captain Bringdown Paige, that is.

At first, she was very supportive. ("Wow, that's a nice guitar, Dad. Dad, that sure is a cooooool guitar, Dad.")

But then her fiscal responsibility kicked in.

"Why did you buy that new guitar, Dad?"

"Uh, I needed a new guitar, I guess."

"You already have two guitars. Did they break and that's why you need a new guitar?"

"Well, uh, er. What's that up there? The Goodyear Blimp?!" [Followed by the sound of me sneaking out the window, peeling out of the garage, and hopping a plane to lack-of-accountabilityville.]