Friday, April 30, 2010

Conversations with Whitney

Setting: my couch, 11:00 pm.
Whitney (from her bedroom): Mom. Mom. Mom! Mom! Mommmmmm!
Me (when I finally get the 20 feet to her door): What?
Whitney (lying in bed with the remote and her cell phone): will you turn off my light?

Don't judge me.

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