Charis and I had locked ourselves in the stamp room, working to prepare materials for next Saturday's stamp camp. The pitter patter of feet on the stairs indicated we would soon have company, and sure enough, next we heard Kenna's little voice through the door.
"Mommy, can I have some candy?" she asked.
"Honey, you need to ask Daddy that. He's upstairs and can help you."
"But he said no and no and no!" was the despairing reply.
At least she's honest!