This morning when my daughter climbed into bed with me she seemed troubled. Before I could say something and ask what was bothering her she said:
“Mom, a girl stuck her tongue out at me two times last night at the party.”
“She did? Why did she do that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you say something to her or accidentally bump into her?”
“No, I was just staring at her.”
“Ooooh. Yeah. That explains it. People don’t like it when you do that.”
I have written a post before about my “bad” habit. Looks like some things are genetic.
Oops!
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