Brooke: Thanks for picking Laney up from school. Hey - where's her barrette?
Thor: I dunno.
Brooke: sighs. Well, we'll probably never see it again.
Thor: So?
Brooke: So that's the fourth barrette we've lost.
Thor: So why not quit using 'em?
Brooke: rolls eyes. Because...when her hair's free to run wild like that, she looks like some hopeless ragamuffin that you picked up on the side of I-90 and decided to drop off at daycare.
Thor: So?
So? So if it was up to your dad, you'd probably wear track shorts to Prom.
Love,
Mom
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