Me (talking out loud mostly to myself): Ok, we're just going to run in and get the prescription really quick, but only if there is close parking because I'm too tired to chase.
Asher (from the back seat): What you talking about? Too tired to chase?
Me: Too tired to chase you, Asher.
Asher: If I run away you won't chase me because you're too tired.
Me: Yep.
Asher: That's a shame.
