Here is a text message from Monday.
Court: Umm Yeah? Your going to drive me to soccer at 8 right.
Me: Yes, but I will be cranky if you make me sit outside and watch.
Court: You have to sit outside and watch. And you have to like it.
Me: But… But… But…
Court: You can bring sweaters and blankets and a campfire if you wish.
Me: Yes. A campfire. That’s it. I will build a campfire, then police will come and put me in the nice warm jail.
Court: Sweet. I’ll talk them into letting me drive the stang home.
Me: Hmpf. I get sent to jail, and all you care about is driving the stang. Some daughter you are.
Court: I know right. :-)
1 comment:
hah. Ahhhh, kids these days, eh?
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