My nine-year-old daughter called me at work one weeknight asking permission to sleepover with a friend. The question was a formality, since she knew the answer. No week night sleepovers. I hadn’t met or spoken to parent. A doctor was listening when I got message my daughter called. He could only hear my end of conversation. After her request for permission, I merely said, “No, her mother is a child molester and her father is a murderer.” I hung up and went back to work. “What the Hell was that?” He asked. “Oh, my daughter wanted to sleepover at the neighbor’s”. He spewed coffee on his chart
Merci beaucoup! I am honored to find one of my blogs on your list of interesting reads.
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You’re welcome, and thanks for reading
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Be prepared as I have a habit of turning up again! 😉 Léa
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Oh, I do hope so!
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Now thats a great response, LOL!
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It was a fine day!
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Way to go. That’s a conversation stopper.
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I won! I won!
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How I wish to work with you together…. haha!
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We always had fun on my shift!
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No doubt about that!!!
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Trust you! I love the way you have a vivid answer for everything. I wish I could have seen that doctor’s face!
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He was speechless!
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Wow. I bet he was so shocked!
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Delightfully, so!
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Hahaha I’m collecting good lines for my future kids. This one is perfect!
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Don’t cut them any slack!
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At least she’s asking you and not telling you. You’re such a trip 🙂
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Oh I was Mom. She was kid. We both survived. She’s 39 and has almost forgiven me.
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Even though she probably wasn’t happy with your answer, I’ll bet she wasn’t surprised either–by the “no” or the suggestion about her friend’s parents. The doctor on the other hand… Lol!
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She knew the rules. She had to try.
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Oh no!!!
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