My Daughter, The Athlete.
Upon discovering Child Number One slouching lugubriously in her chair at the lunch table, wearing a foul expression:
Mother: What's up, Buttercup? Why the long face?
Child Number One: (mournfully) We have GYM CLASS this afternoon...
Mother: So?
Child Number One: (clearly exasperated) That's FIFTY MINUTES of my life I'll NEVER get back...
If she weren't so damn good at math, I'd swear I've cloned myself...
3 comments:
he he he
(maybe you could ask her how much of her life she'll GAIN, though, by being healthy and physically fit? now where did I hide that fudge?)
I ate the last piece.
(mouth full. sorry. **burp**)
xo CGF
Hehe. No one does 'foul face' better than a pre teen! or a teen for that matter.
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