Daughter: Dad, can I go to a party this weekend?

Dad: That depends. Whose party is it?

Daughter: Oh, her name's Rihanna . Rhiannon, maybe. She's at school with me.

Dad: Is she your friend?

Daughter: Well, ; we take art together.

Dad: Where does she live?

Daughter: Somewhere downtown, . At least she takes the bus that way every day.

Dad: What time does the party finish?

Daughter: midnight, I suppose.

Dad: Midnight? That's far too late.

Daughter: Please, Dad. It's, , her birthday or something really important. There are going to be lots of party games .

Dad: Are her parents going to be there?

Daughter: .

Dad: You guess so? That's it! You're not going. You don't know where the party is, you don't really know Rihanna or her name is, her parents may or may not be there and it finishes at midnight!

Daughter: Ugh. You never let me do anything! You are the world's worst dad!