"Hey Daddy?" Tiffany asked, "My teacher has a bucket of rocks under her desk".
"That's nice sweetie".
"It's to stop bad guys".
"Mhmm".
"With guns".
"Cool".
"But the school-"
Ronaldo heaved a sigh. Sometimes he really just couldn't understand his little girl. "Really Tiffany, you're to young to worry about these things".
"But Daddy, I-"
"Look dearie, other people are worried, and they'll make sure that there will be laws put in place".
"I don't think they will, Daddy".
Ronaldo turned back to the TV. Leave it to a girl to be stressed about nothing. Her mother was the same way.
"Oh, really?"
"They started a new trend, Daddy".
"I don't see how that's relevant, sweetie".
"They're eating tide pods".
He snorted. "Teenagers".
"No, Daddy, adults too".
He paused the TV, and turned to stare at his 5 year old daughter.
There was a brief silence.
"Your plane" Alexa's robotic voice stated, "leaves at 5 am tomorrow morning".
