So we're driving home when I realize I've forgotten tortillas.
"Well…rats," I say.
"What, Daddy?" asks the senator from the back seat.
"Oh, nothing, punkin," I say. "Just…well, I kinda screwed up what I bought for dinner."
She's silent for a few seconds, considering. Then with the sagacity gained during her four and a half years on this planet, she says, "No…no, I like what we bought."
Well. Okay then.
(And she ate every bite.)