Welcome to the life and times of the mother of a 13 year-old 8th grader. WHOOPIE! The drama is just beginning as school is now underway in this neck of the woods. Here is today's scoop, of course this story is my daughter's point of view (exaggerated? I think not).
My daughter was walking through the hallways of the school when drama queen "A" says, "Can't you walk any faster?" Daughter who is in the middle of a traffic tie-up not unlike rush hour in D.C. replies, "No." "Well, then I am going to step on your heals" states drama queen "A". "Go ahead, " replies daughter and SURPRISE! Drama queen "A" steps on heals of daughter. Daughter is upset, to say the least, tells drama queen "A" to stop. At which point, drama queen "A" pushes daughter aside into a bookshelf and passes her. The only recourse, of course, is to now to complain to friends about the audacity and nerve of drama queen "A".
Well, when I heard this story (direct from the source) I was at fault. How? You wonder. Apparently, my daughter has noticed that I am a tad sarcastic (TAD? Right!) and sarcasm works for me. It should, I've been doing it for years!
The moral of this story is, mothers are always at fault.
Come to think of it: My mother was always at fault, too.
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