Promise

On weekends Gwenchik normally can listen to a story on CD for about an hour, if she goes to bed early enough. After somewhat hysterical evening, really late, Gwenchik is finally going to sleep and asks for a story on CD.
Gwen: Mom, I am good now (finished with hysterics) and I know the story I want tonight
Me: Sweetheart, it is too late, so let's have a story tomorrow
Gwen: Mom, you are a parent, and you HAVE to keep you promise (the promise was given several days ago about an evening story...). You know, a promise is a promise.

Troubadour

Gwenchik was listening to a story about a princess that run away with a troubadour and left the King...
Gwen: The princess ran away with troubadour because she really loves him. But she left her Papa.
Me: What should she have done?
Gwen: She should have kissed and hugged Papa goodbye and promised to come and visit, than she could run away with the troubadour