aubrey logic

I always seem to come up with some elaborate scheme when asking my parents permission/advice/financial support on something. When I was twelve I told my dad this was my "quirky charm," now it's probably just manipulation or as it's recently been referred to as, a form of Aubrey Logic.

Last summer when I wanted to take a Woodstock-like adventure with a group of stoner boys the conversation went as so: "So we (one of three stoner boys was present to lessen the chance of mom saying no) have an offer you can't refuse."

This time around I'm thinking: "So I'm twenty and though I sometimes live in your house, how much control do you really have over me?"

Wish me luck.