Clara: Okay Lydia, now I am going to be jealous of something you have and we will argue. Alright?
Lydia: No! I wanted to be jealous!
Clara: Well too bad, because I called it first.
Lydia: *crying* Nooo! I want to be jealous! I want to be jealous!
Me: Girls! Stop fighting. Both of you can be jealous.
The girls cheer and charge up the stairs hand in hand. A man in a suit knocks on the door with my Father of The Year Award.