and she answered me with a belch.
I mean she did the belch-talk thing.
On purpose.
I had to wipe a proud tear from my eye.
Yesterday she came home from school bubbling over about the Spring Fling dance.
I told her she could probably go, if she didn't get in my bad books & get grounded before then.
Then.
She said.
A.
Boy.
ASKED HER TO GO.
WITH HIM.
To the dance.
A
I'm SO not ready for that.
WhywhyWHY didn't I send her to the convent like I planned?
I think I'm having a panic attack.
P.S. Where can I get a shotgun?
P.P.S. I don't need ammunition, I just want to look threatening.
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