Me: Let's get this living room cleaned up now before bedtime, because we have someone coming over tomorrow morning.
Rae (the seven-year-old): Who's coming over?
Me: Alicia. She's babysitting you while I go out for brunch with my friends. She'll be over at 10:30.
Rae: When is she coming over?
Rae: No, when is she coming over.
Me: 10:30. In the morning.
Rae [in an exasperated tone]: You don't understand what I'm asking. When is Alicia coming over?
Leah [trying to help]: Alicia is coming over at 10:30 tomorrow morning.
Rae [beyond exasperated]: You still don't understand. When. Is. Alicia. Coming. Over? Noon? Evening? When?
Me [getting a little exasperated myself]: Alicia is coming over tomorrow morning at 10:30.
Rae: You're not giving me the right answer!
Me [starting to lose it]: Yes I am. I'm giving you the exact right answer. Alicia will be here tomorrow at exactly 10:30 a.m. That is the only right answer. That's when she'll be here. At 10:30. In the morning. Tomorrow.
Rae: You don't understand. When is Alicia coming over? Early morning? Late morning? Noon?
Me: Oh. 10:30 is late morning.
Rae: Well why didn't you iust say so then? That's all I wanted to know. Why do you always make everything so hard?
[Sound of wine cork being pulled violently from the bottle]