I'm sitting at the computer, checking my email and getting ready for my day. I know it doesn't look like that to Ramona, but I am. She's in her room saying, "Mom, am I going to miss Corner Coop?"
"No, it's not even open yet," I say.
"Mom, you better put your clothes on and get ready," she counters.
"Okay," I try to put her off.
"We're going to be late," she nags.
She's dressed, she'd eaten, and she's brushing her teeth. I've gotta catch up.
Then she double-checks, "Is the Corner Coop even open yet?" (Not for 40 more minutes)
I've gotta get ready.
No comments:
Post a Comment