"I'll run to Wal-Mart and get it for you, if you want."
"That's okay," he says. "I have a tint in mind and I'm afraid you might get the wrong one."
"The wrong tint?"
"Yes."
"Of beige?"
"YES."
"Daddy, you buyd a tint?!" Emmie asks, excitedly.
"Not yet."
"We goeend campeend?!"
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