Sarah was out of the bathtub but her hair was still wet. I called for her to come to the bathroom so we could dry it. A chore we both hate.
I had to call her several times before she finally came and when she got to the bathroom I noticed she had her little pink cell phone attached to her ear and she was having a conversation.
I told her to hop up on the counter so I could start brushing the tangles from her hair.
And then I heard the following from her pretend conversation.
"Oh it's nothing. It's just my mean and crazy mother. Just ignore her."
And then she giggled and looked at me to see what I would say.
But what could I say? She's right.
I am mean and crazy.
Just ask her father.