“Which shirt would you like to wear, Nora”? I motion to the shirt I really like.
“Hmm. Let me see what the tag says.” She inspects the tag, I watch curiously.
“It says ‘NO’ I don’t want to wear that.”
Oh snap.
I probably shouldn’t be proud of her sarcastic arrogance, but I am. I’ll have to teach her when the context is appropriate, though. Like when boys reveal their true intentions in high school.
“Nora, want to come back to my place after the football game?”
“Hang on, let me check my calendar. Sorry, it says I already have plans to shave my armpits.”
Fingers crossed.
I wish i could laugh at this one, but for some reason i just can’t. First it’s- don’t kiss the boys! Then it’s the reject all, scare them away with hairy arm pits. Do you think that protecting her from getting hurt means no involvement? Well, Buddha’s parents protected him from the world, and look what happened to him when he found out the truth;)