"Go and ask your father," was all she said ... "Go and ask your mother," was all that he said upon my return.... As I was running between the two for about the thirteenth time I fell over and smacked my head on the coffee table. All I could hear through my brain pounding was my mother screaming, "YES! Fifteen love, my serve!".............???
Now I know what to get you for your birthday....a tennis racket.
That explains a lot.