MRI lady: ok, you just have to put these pants on then we’ll be good to get started…
little tobin: what pants? are they flashy?
MRI lady: excuse me?
daughter: cool? sassy? trendy? got some personality? she’s a fashion plate…
little tobin: yeah, something snazzy...
MRI lady: here ya go (tossing what looks like a tarps worth of mint green pant)
little tobin: nope – sorry, not at all what we were talking about… she has got to be kiddin’ me?…
(and the stand-off begins… at midnight, in the MRI room, on a work night)