“Hey. How’s it going?”
“Do I have something on my face?”
Where’s your pants?
“The dog took ‘em.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
In the meantime my oldest daughter, who used to be crazy, is working to become a proper young lady.
Gone are the days of pantless dancing.
Although she does still have a little of the wild child in her. The bangs in her eyes make her “feel cool.”
Who am I kidding? They’re all crazy!