“Make it rain, baby!”
– to the 9 year old, after a gust of wind swept up the dollars she was balancing on a plate at the pool, and they fluttered like confetti onto the heads of the sunbathers
all around
In case of repetition when school starts next week, I am
totally putting down her father’s
contact number on the school forms I’m currently filling out.
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