Mother Like Daughter

"But mommy-" I complained.

"No, Delia. You're too young to go by yourself," my tired mother responded.

"It's right around the corner from our house though!"

"And you're nine years old!"

My father walked in obviously amused by our arguing. I pouted and lifted my hands, signaling for him to pick me up. I was small for my age.

"You both can't lose and argument," he sighed.

"Sucks for you," I mumbled.

"What was that?" My father asked and started tickling me.

"P-please stop daddy! I-I won't do it again!" I pleaded through my fits of laughter.

He stopped and smiled at me, "Okay, how about this? I'll give you a piggy back ride to the park and we'll watch from a distance so it won't disturb you and your friends."

I looked at him with a glare. My innocent nine year old glare. He looked my mother with questioning eyes, trying to get her approval.

"Whatever," both my mother and I said in unison.

She tried to speak, but I beat her to it. "Jinx! You owe me a soda now!"

"No, you do!" She argued.

I looked at her confused and father cut in, "Mother like daughter."

Mother hit him playfully on the chest and chuckled. At least, that was before...