"I don't want to," he whines. "But, Bubba, if you just get this next ball in the hole then we can go on to number four," I pleaded. "I don't want to, Mama. I want to see the dragons." So I kneel beside him, "But the dragons are at number five, Chago. Can you wait just a little bit longer?" He hands me his club. "No, Mama. I want to see the dragons now." "But, son, there are four of us playing, and Saia's not done yet. I need you to..."

[cut to Chago walking over to his ball on the green, plucking it from it's perch, plopping it into the hole, and oh-so-casually strolling on over to the damn dragons]