Another funny. DD9, whom I'll call Charlotte for privacy's sake, silenced my half-joking guilt tripping the other night. I was doing the dishes and wanted her to help. She resisted, so I tried for a low blow with, "When you're grown up and I'm old and gray and unable to get out of my chair, you'll regret that night you did not help your dad with the dishes."

"That's future Charlotte's problem," she said.