 The more we talked, the more stubborn she got. I finally got so mad I had to leave. Well, what's her reason for not wanting to go? She just doesn't want to travel. Or so she says. So that means I can't take the baby with me, which means in turn that I just can't go. Well, now, now, now, hold on a minute, child. Sit down, sit down, cool off. There's no point in saying that. Of course you can go. How can I? Well, in the first place, do you really figure it's necessary to take the little fella?