LAST EVENING dinner table conversation

MOM: This is your final warning. Either you leave your lunchbox in the kitchen after getting home from school or I won’t pack a lunch for you. Dealing with (ranch) dipdip left over from the previous day is nasty.

TWEEN: I will, I will. Sheesh.

MOM: I hope you don’t think I am kidding.

TWEEN: *eye rollin’s*

THIS MORNING

MOM: *inspects kitchen for lunchbox, finds none and returns upstairs with coffee*

TWEEN: *goes downstairs and finds no packed lunch waiting for her* MooooOOOOOoooom? Where’s my luuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUuuuunch?

MOM: *breaks the 4th wall* Isn’t there where I get to make outrageous demands in return for a PB&J?

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