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.

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