Ye of Little Faith

Troy [grabbing a bag of candy]: “I want to get this too, dada.”
Me: “Why do you need that? What are you going to do with a bag of candy?”
Troy: “To put in the piñata.”
Me: “But we’re not having a piñata this year. I have planned different games for you to do.”
Troy [looking at me skeptically]: “We had a piñata last year. Maybe we should just do that again.”
Me: “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. It’s going to be fun.”
Troy [still not convinced]: “Yeeeaaahhh….I think we should go with the piñata.”
Me: “I’m sensing a complete lack of faith in my party planning abilities. And now, I feel an added sense of pressure for it to be good, or you’ll hold it over my head for not listening to you.”
Troy [giving me a knowing look]: “There’s still time to get the piñata.”
Me [exasperated]: “We’re not getting a piñata!”
Troy [in a tone of “it’s your funeral”]: “Okay.”