I met Julie, Isabel and Bobby at a burrito place last night. They were already eating when I got there. Isabel looked up and said, "would you like to join us, Daddy?"

Today we went to an Irish place in Glen Echo for lunch; I was scoping the place out for a business dinner later in the week, and we didn't really know how fancy the restaurant was going to be. "Are jeans OK for this place?" asked Julie. I told her they were, and she went into the bedroom to change.

Then Isabel came out and asked, "are purple pants OK for this place?"