Before the Father Daughter Sweetheart Dance last Friday (or in OUR case the Grandfather Granddaughter Sweetheart Dance!):
McKid: Mama, Papa can't take me out for pizza before the dance!
Me: (shocked, because there's nothing McKid likes better than pizza) Why on earth not?
McKid: What if I spilled it on my dress? I'd have to go to the dance and dance dirty!