Meland

The kid’s foot hurts and is bruised, but she doesn’t know why. I text her to see if she has a DS.

Kid: Yes maam
me: i like to hear that. You should say that all the time to me. I’ll call you “private” but you can be 2nd in command of Meland. *drops iron-fist-of-rule on kid’s foot * Well. That explains that.
Tabitha: Mom!!! i love u lol. I wanna come home tonight is that ok? (She was going to spend the night at the grandparents.)
me: Thank god. I was worried I’d have to empty the dish washer.

She hasn’t replied yet. Maybe Meland isn’t looking so great.

Not What She Was Thinking

I’m looking at Amazon and thinking of Christmas presents when I text my daughter.

me: have you heard of this? Rune Factory: A Fantasy Harvest Moon
Kid: Yeah!!!
me: Would you like me to remove that memory from your brain?