How do we make a semi-OCD, definitely anxiety-prone daughter go crazy? Welcome to Vegas.
Julianna (11 years old): Dad, I cant look! Stop! I can’t stop looking!
One of those arcade Quarter-pushing games.
Julianna: I don’t want them to fall, necessarily. I just don’t want them to “maybe” fall. But, I want them to fall. Aaahhhhh! Look, there’s Skee-Ball.