HannahC: "Momma, I don't feel very good. Can I sleep here with you?"
The Mrs.: "No. You have to sleep in your own bed. Why don't you feel good? Do you feel like you have to throw up?"
HannahC: "I already did. In the basement in the toilet."
The Mrs.: "Well, why didn't you say so?"
HannahC: "Cuz it didn't seem like it was any of your business."
The Mrs.: "Noooo. You have to tell us when you throw up."
HannahC: "But, I just don't see why that is any of your business at all."
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The Right to Privacy
Overheard while lying in bed trying to go to sleep for the night:
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Barfin' fools.
Offspring had a stomach ache last night too .... must be contagious. I'm awaiting a phone call from the school anytime today saying he yakked all over the place.
Why would the school call you? It's not really any of your business.
A typical teenage response--Hannie C's that is.
But one must notice that in her distress she came into Mommy's and Daddy's room wanting to sleep there......
yes, she likely felt rejected and then acted out. I liked to go cuddle up with granny, until she farted.
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