My kids were fighting again. Pulling hair, calling names, hitting each other. It happens.
Me. You two just can't seem to get along. You obviously don't want a sister. I'm going to have to give one of you away. You have to pick, and agree on, which one gets a new family.
L. Her.
K. [points toward her sister]
L. Wait. Do we get a new dad?
K. That might be good.