It's a school day morning. I am in the kitchen with The Second Beautiful Daughter and The Favorite Son, who have just finished breakfast. It's very nearly time to leave for school and The First Beautiful Daughter comes down the stairs for the first time.
DAD: Honey, we have to leave for school, literally, in two minutes! You haven't eaten and you don't have your lunch ready.
FIRST BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER: Dad, I'm sorry, but it's really not my fault.
FIRST BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER: It's not my fault that it took me TEN MINUTES to find my shoes!