I was about 8 or 9, and my parents got a baby sitter to go out one night. Earlier that evening my dad promised to take me out for frozen yogurt, he promised. Well… he forgot… I went upstairs and cried under my desk, the sitter came into the room and asked me what was wrong. I told her my dad had promised to take me out for ice cream, and she says “well, promises are made to be broken.” I cried even harder and called my dad telling him what she said, he came home furious, took her home and promptly took me out to TCBY to get frozen yogurt. Because as he told me “promises aren’t made to be broken.” After all these years it’s too bad he was lying.