I attempted to make an effort this morning. At the impossibly early 7:20 school drop off I contorted my face into what I thought might look like happiness, bared my teeth in what could be construed as a smile, turned around and said, “Have a good day. Be nice to your teachers. Learn a lot.” In reply my daughter said, “Master the art of poop scooping.” Then she slammed the car door.
It’s good I practiced that smile because when she comes home and discovers the cat box has been moved to her bedroom and asks why, I will just show my teeth again.
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