No, son. (smack) And it won't be (smack) until free hands on both sides of the Big Ditch (smack) can press the same button at the same time! (smack)
OK, Dad, I give. Can I eat my breakeast now? Hot dog. Groat cakes. Heavy on the 30 weight, Mom.
Only if you promise to stay out of trouble. Your shenagins could cost me this election.
Heck, Dad. Nobody can stop you from being dogcatcher. You're a natural.
Graduation, here I come.