Rock Graveyard

The setting: A narrow wooded trail, early morning.

Me: Come on, Sierra, can't you carry some rocks for meeeeeee?

Sierra: No.

Me: Come on, CiCi, I need to get more rocks...

Sierra: No. And why don't you just let the rocks go free, Mom? You know if you take them, they're all going to be dead by the afternoon.

Me: What??? They're for my rock garden!

Sierra: You mean your rock graveyard! Where pet rocks go to die!

Me: Ah! I'm offended! I love my rocks! Now can't you just..

Sierra: No. Now stop asking me to carry your dumb rocks and hurry up; you're slowing me down...