To be grownup, or not to be grown up…

in the car, on the way back from the *very* anticipated party that was cancelled and for which the little tart that invited my boy to said party didn’t bother to call and let us know about, and for which the boy had been psyching himself up all day in order to finally ask said little tart to dance during… Ahem. (Yes, he was REALLY upset and disappointed that she or at the very least her parents didn’t even call to let us know! they didn’t even put a sign on the door of the venue! I had to call her to see what was up, and then tell the other kids waiting entry that it was a nogo! guh. some people just don’t have a lick of consideration or sense.)

Anyway – in the car! yes, that’s where we were. The pup said something, I forget what, and the Boy said something else, and I gave them my standard “That’s IT! you’re ALL grounded!” To which I hear a plantitive call from the back seat…

The Girl: But…what did I do??
Me: You… EXIST!
The Girl: But… WHY?
Me: *insert gleeful smirking grin* Well, you see, your daddy and I, we…
The Girl: *Slams hands over her ears* LALALLALALA I DON’T NEED TO HEAR IT! I’M TO YOUNG! GAH! MOM! STOP!!!!

Ahhhhh! *pleased sigh* I’ve my baby girl back… however briefly it lasts. *chuckles*