A mall in Tacoma, WA.

"Dad can we go to The GAP?"

"The what?"

"The GAP."

"What are you talking about? Go to a what?"

"The GAP, its a store. "

"Oh...a store for what?"

"For clothes. Can we go?"

"You need clothes?"

"Sort of. Yea."

"Why don't you want to go to Nordstrom's?"

"It's not like I don't wanna go to Nordstrom's...I'd just rather go to the GAP."

"Hm. Okay. We can go, where is it?"

"This way -past the food court."

"Oh here's one of those big mall maps, what was the name of the store?"

"Dad I know where it is."

"What was the name of the store?"

"Dad, stop. It's this way."

"Michaela."

"GAP. It's called The GAP"

"Okay, let's see....'G'...'G...ah the GAP! Should be just past the food court."

"Yes...it is."

5 minutes later (Dad is slow)

"Here it is dad."

"Where?"

"Right there, the blue sign."

"That says GAP Men"

"I know, the women's store is in there too."

"Excuse me?"

"The men's store, and women's store are the same store."

"Excuse me?"

"Dad, can we please go in."

"You're buying your clothes from a men's store?"

"Dad...no...they are just in the same store."

"Does that sign say baby? GAP Baby?"

"Oh no."

"We're going to Nordstrom's"

"Dad why? Please, come on."

"Nordstroms Michaela."

"Ok fine.....Dad, where are you going? Nordstroms is right there..."

"That's the perfume and cosmetic entrance, it agitates my sinuses."

"Oh geez, we're walking all the way around the mall?"

"It's not my fault I have an affliction Michaela."

"I didn't say it was...whatever works. Let's just go."

5 minutes later (Dad is distracted)

"Food court again Mouse, you want anything?"

"No thanks Dad."

"You sure?"

"Yea. No thanks Dad"

"Look! Ice cream, you want some ice cream?"

"Dad, I'm lactose intolerant"

"Come on, just one scoop?"

"Dad, I'll get sick."

"But you love ice cream."

"No thanks."

"They've got cookies 'n' cream, you're favorite?"

"Ok. Sure. Fine dad...thanks"