Sister: Are you sure you don't want to buy some Girl Scout nuts?

Me: Yes. I'm sure.

Sister: Are you positive?

Me: Yes.

Sister: They're really good, you know.

Me: I bet they are.

An hour later.

We are all saying our goodbyes at a restaurant in San Diego. My 8-year-old niece begins to cry.

Sister: Oh honey. Why are you crying?

My niece looks up with puppy dog eyes.

Sister: Is it because Aunt Mandy won't buy your nuts?