Shoes: Do you mind if I take Henry to the airport?
Boots: You don’t have to, sweetie. I’ll take him.
Shoes: Actually, I want to take him.
Boots: It’s Friday. There’s traffic. Holiday drunkenness. It’ll be a nightmare.
Shoes: I’m taking him!
Boots: Fine! We’ll take him together.
Shoes: Do you really want to be those parents?
Boots: No. But why should you get to take him?
Shoes: Because I’m the Mom.