Picked up daughter from school late this afternoon. She was holding a jacket that clearly didn't belong to her. "Can you wash this, please." She asked me. "What did you do?" I asked.
Looks like my daughter, the protector of all animals no matter how slimy or hairy, the friend of every little kid, the visitor of older ladies in the nursing home, spit on a boy's jacket. Just because. Just because the jacket was there.
Someone was sent to bed at 7pm. After she wrote an apology. And drew a ladybug for good luck. Poor boy looks like he needs it.
And I washed the jacket.
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Poor boy might have gotten just what he asked for. (But don't tell your daughter I said that)
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