Sure, I will cover all your expenses for your lovely sport, my dear, just figure out how to get yourself back and forth to practice thrice a week.... Being 13 years old doesn't matter. You can figure it out. There is always Uber.
Sure baby, you can have the new Guinea Pig, just figure out who will watch her when you are at your mom's house... cause I might want to go camping with my girlfriend.
Oh damn, you're performing on the Trumpet in front of crowd of 5500 that thinks you're genius at 10? OMG. I'm so you're doting Dad. I'll be there.
Oh wait, you made a "B?" You failed me. You're not my child. We only make "A"s.
Oh, you're a sensitive boy? I'm sorry, I don't do that.
