I laughed out loud in disbelief.
When I was five years old, I had one shiny quarter. I carried that quarter in my pocket to the state fair determined to buy something. (No, I'm not super old, I just had a five-year-old's understanding of what things cost). As we were walking in from the parking lot, I reached into my pocket to discover I had lost the quarter.
I told my dad about my predicament and asked him to replace the quarter. He replied, no. I pleaded and he said, "If I lost a hundred dollars, do you think I could go to Grandpa and ask him for more money?"
I knew the answer was no, but I tried to point out there was a large difference between a hundred dollars and a quarter. He remained firm and I learned a valuable lesson, never ask my dad for a quarter. I mean, if you lose something, only you are responsible for it.