“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.”
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.”