"Hey Cara!", said Cara's mom. "You and I are going to The Nutcracker this year!" "Why do we have to see a stupid ballet show?", sighed Cara. "FIRST OF ALL, IT'S NOT STUPID! SECOND OF ALL, IT HAS BEEN GOING IN MY FAMILY TREE FOR MANY GENERATIONS AND I AM NOT GOING TO LET A GIRL WHO LOVES TO TAKE HER SHOES AND SOCKS OFF RUIN IT FOR ME!", yelled Cara's mom.

"Why can't you take Victor?", whined Cara. "He would be happy to go." "BECAUSE HE IS SLEEPING OVER AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE!", yelled Cara's mom. "Well, then take Dad!", snapped Cara. "HE IS IN PRISON FOR A MONTH!", yelled Cara's mom. "I AM NOT GOING!", yelled Cara. "DON'T ARGUE WITH ME, YOUNG LADY!", yelled Cara's mom. "NOW GET ON A DRESS AND MEET ME IN THE CAR!"