You: Hey Dad.. I need 20 bucks for the school dance

Dad: Didn't I give you 20 last week for converse?

You: Yeah.. But I let Sarah buy her jeans with that!

Dad: Well! That's 20 bucks down the drain! You can't be pulled into peer pressure like that blah blah you'll go see a counselor about this blah blah job interfering blah blah

You: Dad.. It's not that serious! I only gave it to her because she didn't bring enough and the jeans were cute.

*Dad's thinking what counselor would be good for her*

Dad: I'm ashamed of you...

You: ):