But when I yelled that out to Mom the other day I meant, "Hey Mom, can I get a pony tail?!" so she obliged.
(Side note: If we're doing baseball analogies here, Mom is more like the owner and Dad is more like the Head Coach. So, like, Dad can make the decision about which starting pitcher to put in (which would be like whether or not I can go outside without shoes on) or if we should put on a double steal (which would be like letting me stay up late so we can rough-house) BUT, Dad can always be reprimanded by the Owner (after I go to bed) and even fired (well, not really, but you get what I mean) if things don't work out (I cut my foot on a rock or can't go to sleep until 10:00 because I'm all wound up).
There were a lot of parenthesi in that last paragraph but they were all necessary.
So, without further ado, "Hey Coach, can I get some PT?!"
