I was in the bathroom, putting on some make-up. Ramona walked in and said, "Why are you doing that? Why are you making yourself pretty?"
"I want to look nice for my date with Daddy."
"No," she said emphatically. "It's not a date. It's just dinner."
"Oh, well, yes, you're right. It's dinner. But, then what exactly would a date be?"
"Well," she replied, "going for a long walk. Basically that's it. That's a date. Basically."